Luyện nghe bài hát Locc 2 Da Brain

[Verse 1: Baby X-Rated
Comin off high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg and bout' 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 deep hella high so nigga peep this,
Take ya off safety turn around and hit the street
I got the milli pictured in my head
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the said I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my locc to the brain
On that insane tip everyday
The bitch smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full
My nine on the going Both ways,
a niggas cap and then 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 this watt G straight low killa rollin five and the
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 stop
Hit the there them niggas go
Reach for your flags your and roll the windows low
Roll slow these niggas actin like they us are here,
They duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' trying to hit us from the blind side Low,
A doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the window what's up now yee-ah
L-O-C to the and gauge blast equals rest in pain
loc so a nigga don't give a fuck
It's in the hearts so these rival straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've never so much blood
It's all for gang and the shows no love 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 it's
Where niggaz load they straps the rival's on the way

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

repeat 2X

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

[Verse 4: Baby
See I was standing in the middle of a circle 'cause' a nigga is trying to me
With a ruger and a six deep posse
But I ain't going out for a jack
The only thing on my
Is my nine and these handles in these fools
Now me what you busters want with me?
They started talking pockets on the ground you mean
Empty my out, you fools must be smokin' sherms
But i'll be glad to put my strap up in face and let some gun powder burn
Now take a from a Sac-Town criminal
I'm all alone in the street
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no y'all must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter
And started on niggas and watching every 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' I ride 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 can't see me for the fact that the of my strap's in your sight
Bout' to put some slugs in your and put your guts in my coat and hit
the night Drop a of indo in my pipe and it's
EBK everyday the day I hit my grave-sight
locc to the brain 'cause' it's all redrum
A couple of hits the purple spliff
and I'm a fifth of the coke and rum
I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating brains
Nigga nuts and is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings
That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a
Them niggas that killed they mama for some it ain't no thang
It ain't no way, I and let them niggas live
'cause' where I'm we rockin up on em'
bustin them up in them niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my
through your set hit the stop
Sign sideways bustin I see gat C's
Feel the breeze from the slugs in my now
in peace

Chorus: 4X

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