Luyện nghe bài hát Locc to The Brain

Verse one: baby locc

Comin off that high it's that double-set around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a
And that siccness hits 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, reg, brotha lynch, big dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella so nigga peep this,
Take ya glock off safety around and hit the street
I got the milli pictured in my head
Ain't no 'cause the devil said I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil thoughts 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 going ways,
Peel a niggas cap and I'm sideways

Chorus: 2x

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

to da brain...

Verse big dan

Now try to peep this watt g low killa rollin five and the deuce
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that juice
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot the plot
(you down to ) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop
Hit the lights them niggas go
Reach for flags your straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow these actin like they know us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the
They bustin' back trying to hit us 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 in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't give a
It's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight
I let the gauge loose damn I've seen so much blood
It's all for gang and the shows no love fool
So if you ever see us rollin through your it ain't all good,
I you hide

1x

Locc to da insane 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
with tight big shit
Them that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit
When get lit up on they turf
So move on with they one even left
That since that time I haven't from him
Now that's my locc right damn, you go folks?
Remember supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's
So nigga fuck it, do it like your ass is dead
And them niggas with the mack-eleven 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 you'll 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 other side is to hit the floor
And watch flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart
And now it is said and was said
Will come to pass mr. doc amen, God bless your ass

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

4: baby reg

See I was standing in the middle of a circle 'cause' a nigga is to jack me
a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse
But I ain't going out for a jack
The only on my mind
Is pullin my nine and these handles in fools
Now tell me what you busters want me?
They started about pockets on the ground you mean
Empty my loot out, you fools must be sherms
But I'll be glad to put my 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 shit to circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter
And started bustin on niggas and every muther fucker try to run
That locc to da got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun
So continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride
'cause' when I it's always locc to da brain

repeat 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 5: brotha

You can't see me for the that the inside of my strap's in your sight
to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit
The night drop a sack of in my pipe and it's
Ebk everyday until the day I hit my
That locc to the brain 'cause' it's all
A couple of from the purple spliff
And I'm a fifth of the coke and rum
I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas
nuts and guts it how we get sick them northern-cal swangs
That locc to the brain shit ain't no game a gang
Them niggas that they mama for some fame it ain't no thang
It no way, I dump and let them niggas live
'cause' where I'm from we 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
Creepin your set hit the stop
Sign sideways bustin I see gat c's
Feel the from the slugs in my nine now
Rest in

repeat 4x

Locc to da brain insane every day all day e-b-k
Where niggaz load they straps cause the on the way