Luyện nghe bài hát Locc 2 Da Brain

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

Chorus: 2X

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

to da brain...

[Verse 2: Big
Now try to peep 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?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops
Hit the lights them niggas go
Reach for your flags straps and roll the windows low
slow these niggas actin like they know us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I the clip
bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side Low,
A fucking doughnut and the pump
Hang from the window what's up now nigga
L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in
Insane loc so a don't give a fuck
It's in the hearts so these rival straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn never seen so much blood
It's all for and the gang shows no love fool
So if you ever see us rollin through your it ain't all good,
I you hide

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

3: Mr. Doc]
Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for
Back with big shit
Them fools that say they'll kill the hits not doing shit
When get lit up on they turf
So move on with they one even left
That since that I haven't heard from him
Now that's my locc right damn, 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 touch them niggas with the out of the shell
I'm burning up the villiage nigga life is a
Somes I set the and name on the wall you fucking snitch
So make a switch on how you're gang-banging
L-O-C and to the brain real locc's don't that way
See your niggas on the side is best to hit the floor
And watch them flesh-shredders to rip your asshole apart
And now it is said and was said
Will come to pass from Mr. Doc amen, God bless ass

Chorus: 2X

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

[Verse 4: 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 going out for a jack move
The thing on my mind
Is my nine 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 fools be smokin' sherms
But i'll be to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn
Now take a lesson from a criminal
I'm standing all alone in the
And talkin to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine
And started bustin on niggas and watching muther fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a empty gun
So imma to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride
'cause' when I it's always locc to da brain

Chorus: 2X

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

[Verse 5: Brotha Lynch
You can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in sight
Bout' to put some slugs in your and put your guts in my coat and hit
the Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's
EBK until the day I hit my grave-sight
That to the brain 'cause' it's all redrum
A couple of hits from the purple
and I'm workin a fifth of the and rum
I have my twelve decorating niggas brains
Nigga nuts and 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 they mama for some fame it ain't no
It ain't no way, I and let them niggas live
'cause' I'm from we rockin up on em'
bustin them reps up in them ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my
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

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