Luyện nghe bài hát Locc 2 Da Brain

[Verse 1: Baby Locc]
Comin off that high it's double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg and bout' to jack a punk
And that siccness hits I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, the gat, make the grave
midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll deep hella high so nigga peep this,
Take ya glock off safety around and hit the street
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 thoughts up my Head locc to the brain
On insane tip E-B-K everyday
The bitch smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full
My on the side going Both ways,
Peel a cap and then I'm sideways

Chorus: 2X

Locc to da brain insane day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggaz load they 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 fucking with that juice
I fuckin' pump rounds of that knot block the plot
(you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them drops stop
Hit the lights there them go
Reach for your flags your and roll the windows low
Roll slow niggas actin like they know us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' bullets damn I emptied the clip
They back trying to hit us from the blind side Low,
A fucking doughnut and the pump
from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah
L-O-C to the brain and gauge equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't a fuck
It's in the hearts so these rival straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so blood
all for gang and the gang shows no love fool
So if you ever see us rollin your side it ain't all good,
I suggest you

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

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

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

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

Chorus: 2X

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

[Verse 5: Brotha Hung]
You see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sight
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put 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 locc to the brain it's all redrum
A couple of hits the purple spliff
and I'm workin a fifth of the and rum
I have my twelve 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 they mama for some it ain't no thang
It ain't no way, I dump and let niggas live
'cause' where I'm we rockin up on em'
bustin them reps up in them niggas
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of ammo in my glock-nine
through your set hit the stop
Sign sideways bustin I see gat C's
the breeze from the slugs in my nine now
Rest in

Chorus: 4X

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