Luyện nghe bài hát Locc 2 Da Brain

[Verse 1: Baby X-Rated
Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a
And when that hits I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, the grave
midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll ridin hella high so nigga peep this,
Take ya glock off safety around and hit the street
When I got the pictured in my head
no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head to the brain
On that insane tip E-B-K
The block-style bitch dank
With my in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the side going ways,
Peel a niggas cap and I'm sideways

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Locc to da brain insane every day all day E-B-K
Where load they straps cause the rival's on the way

to da brain...

[Verse 2: Big
Now try to this watt G straight low killa rollin five and the deuce
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after with that sick juice
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the
(you down to ride?) we fuckin' with them body drops stop
Hit the lights there them go
Reach for your your straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow these niggas like they know us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' back trying to hit us the blind side Low,
A fucking and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang the window what's up now nigga yee-ah
L-O-C to the and gauge blast equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga give a fuck
It's in the so these rival niggas straight stuck
I let the loose damn I've never seen so much blood
It's all for gang and the gang shows no love
So if you see us rollin through your side it ain't all good,
I you hide

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Locc to da brain insane every day all day E-B-K
Where niggaz load they straps cause the on the way

[Verse 3: Mr.
Come with me see how I'm bout to do it for this
with tight big shit
Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not shit
When they get lit up on turf
So move on with they life one left
That that time I haven't heard from him
Now my locc right damn, where'd you go folks?
Remember we're to be the ones with brains this locc's
So nigga fuck it, do it like your ass is dead
And them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell
I'm burning up the nigga life is a bitch
Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking
So you'll make a on how you're gang-banging
L-O-C and to the real locc's don't play that way
See your niggas on the other is best to hit the floor
And watch flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart
And now it is and what was said
Will come to pass Mr. Doc amen, God bless your ass

Chorus: 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day E-B-K
Where niggaz load straps cause the rival's on the way

4: Baby Reg]
See I was in the middle of a circle 'cause' a nigga is trying to jack me
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six posse
But I ain't going out for a jack
The only on my mind
Is pullin my and these handles in these fools
Now me what you busters want with me?
They started talking about on the ground you mean
Empty my loot out, you must be smokin' sherms
But i'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun burn
Now take a lesson a Sac-Town criminal
I'm standing all alone in the
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be
up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine
And started bustin on niggas and watching every muther try to run
locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay and maintain my self-pride
'cause' when I it's always locc to da brain

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Locc to da insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where load they straps cause the rival's on the way

5: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sight
Bout' to put some in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit
the night Drop a of indo in my pipe and it's
EBK everyday until the day I hit my
That locc to the 'cause' it's all redrum
A couple of hits from the spliff
and I'm a fifth of the coke and rum
I have my twelve decorating niggas brains
Nigga nuts and guts is how we get them Northern Cal slayings
That locc to the brain shit ain't no it's a gang
Them niggas that killed they for some fame it ain't no thang
It ain't no way, I dump and let them live
'cause' where I'm we rockin up on em'
them reps up in them niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that in my glock-nine
Creepin your set hit the stop
Sign sideways I see gat twenty-four C's
the breeze from the slugs in my nine now
Rest in

Chorus: 4X

to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggaz load straps cause the rival's on the way