Luyện nghe bài hát Locc 2 Da Brain

[Verse 1: Baby X-Rated
Comin off that high it's double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and to jack a punk
And when that hits I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, the gat, make the grave
Twelve midnight, my on the stroll,
Mr. Doc, Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella so nigga peep this,
ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the pictured in my head
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm halfway
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my locc to the brain
On that insane tip E-B-K
The block-style bitch smokin'
With my braids in my hair and I'm on a full tank
My on the side going Both ways,
Peel a niggas cap and I'm sideways

Chorus: 2X

Locc to da brain every day all day it's E-B-K
niggaz 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' twelve rounds of that knot block the plot
(you down to ride?) we fuckin' with them body drops stop
Hit the lights there niggas go
for your flags your straps and roll the windows low
Roll these niggas actin like they know us are here,
fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' trying to hit us from the blind side Low,
A fucking doughnut and the pump
Hang from the window what's up now yee-ah
L-O-C to the brain and blast equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't give a
in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've seen so much blood
It's all for gang and the gang shows no fool
So if you ever see us rollin through your side it all good,
I you hide

1X

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

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

repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's
Where niggaz they straps cause the rival's on the way

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

Chorus: 2X

Locc to da brain 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 can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your in my coat and hit
the night a sack of indo in my pipe and it's
EBK everyday the day I hit my grave-sight
That locc to the brain 'cause' all redrum
A couple of from the purple spliff
and I'm workin a fifth of the and rum
I have my gauge-pump decorating niggas brains
nuts and guts is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings
That locc to the brain ain't no game it's a gang
Them niggas that killed mama for some fame it ain't no thang
It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas
'cause' where I'm from we up on em'
bustin them reps up in them niggas
It's full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine
through your set hit the stop
Sign sideways bustin I see gat C's
Feel the breeze the slugs in my nine now
in peace

Chorus: 4X

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