Luyện nghe bài hát Locc to The Brain

Verse one: baby x-rated

Comin off that high that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a
And when that siccness I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, the grave
Twelve midnight, my on the stroll,
Mr. doc, baby reg, lynch, big dan
We bout' to ridin deep 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 tip e-b-k everyday
The bitch smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm on a full tank
My nine on the side going ways,
a niggas cap and then I'm sideways

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

to da brain...

Verse big dan

Now try to peep this watt g straight low killa rollin five and the
Locc to the brain after fucking with that sick juice
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the
(you down to ride? ) yeah we fuckin' with them drops stop
Hit the lights them niggas go
Reach for flags your straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow niggas actin like they know us are here,
They duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
They back trying to hit us from the blind side low,
A doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang the window what's up now nigga yee-ah
L-o-c to the brain and 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 seen so blood
It's all for and the gang shows no love fool
So if you ever see us through your side it ain't all good,
I you hide

1x

Locc to da insane every day all day it's e-b-k
Where load they straps cause the rival's on the way

3: mr. doc

Come with me see how I'm bout to do it for this
Back with big shit
Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking not doing shit
When they get lit up on they
So on with they life one even left
since that time I haven't heard from him
Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go
we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's
So fuck it, I'll do it like your ass is dead
And touch niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell
I'm burning up the nigga life is a bitch
I set the tags 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 don't play that way
See your niggas on the other is best to hit the floor
And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole
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 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 standing in the middle of a 'cause' a nigga is trying to jack me
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six posse
But I ain't out for a jack move
The only on my mind
Is pullin my nine and handles in these fools
Now tell me you busters want with me?
They started talking about pockets on the you mean
Empty my out, you fools must be smokin' sherms
But I'll be to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn
Now take a from a sac-town criminal
I'm standing all alone in the
And talkin shit to your 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 every fucker try to run
That 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 ride it's locc to da brain

Chorus: 2x

Locc to da brain every day all day it's e-b-k
Where niggaz load straps cause the rival's on the way

Verse 5: lynch

You can't see me for the fact the inside 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 a sack of indo in my pipe and it's
Ebk everyday until the day I hit my
locc to the brain 'cause' it's all redrum
A couple of hits the purple spliff
And I'm workin a of the coke and rum
I my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains
Nigga and guts it how we get sick them northern-cal swangs
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 dump and let them niggas
where I'm from 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 from the slugs in my nine now
in peace

Chorus: 4x

to da brain insane every day all day it's e-b-k
Where load they straps cause the rival's on the way