Luyện nghe bài hát Locc to The Brain

Verse one: baby x-rated

Comin off that high it's that 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, the gat, make the grave
midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
Mr. doc, baby reg, lynch, big dan
We bout' to roll ridin hella high so nigga peep this,
Take ya off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli pictured in my
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my locc to the brain
On insane tip e-b-k everyday
The block-style bitch smokin'
With my braids in my hair and I'm on a full tank
My nine on the going both ways,
Peel a niggas cap and I'm sideways

repeat 2x

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

to da brain...

Verse big dan

Now try to peep this watt g straight low killa five and the deuce
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking that sick juice
I pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot
(you down to ride? ) yeah we fuckin' with body drops stop
Hit the lights there niggas go
Reach for your flags your and roll the windows low
Roll slow these niggas actin like they us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' trying to hit us from the blind side low,
A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge
from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah
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 niggas straight
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 see us rollin through your side it ain't all good,
I suggest you

1x

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

3: mr. doc

Come with me see how I'm bout to do it for this
with tight big shit
Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing
When they get lit up on turf
So on with they life one even left
That since that time I haven't from him
Now that's my right damn, where'd you go folks?
Remember we're supposed to be the ones brains this locc's
So nigga fuck it, I'll do it like your ass is
And touch them niggas with the out of the shell
I'm burning up the villiage life is a bitch
Somes I set the tags and name on the you fucking snitch
So you'll make a switch on how gang-banging
L-o-c and to the brain real locc's play 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 what was
Will come to pass from mr. doc amen, God bless ass

repeat 2x

Locc to da brain insane 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 circle 'cause' a nigga is to jack me
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six posse
But I going out for a jack move
The only thing on my
Is pullin my and these handles in these fools
Now tell me what you want with me?
started talking about pockets on the ground you mean
Empty my loot out, you fools must be sherms
But I'll be glad to put my strap up in your and let some gun powder burn
Now take a lesson a sac-town criminal
I'm all alone in the street
And talkin shit to your circle and no blastin y'all must be bluffin
Threw up my and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine
And started bustin on niggas and watching every fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga insane a fucking empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my
'cause' when I ride it's locc to da brain

Chorus: 2x

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

Verse 5: lynch

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 your guts in my and hit
The night a sack of indo in my pipe and it's
Ebk until the day I hit my grave-sight
That locc to the brain 'cause' all redrum
A couple of hits from the spliff
And I'm workin a fifth of the and rum
I have my twelve decorating niggas brains
Nigga nuts and guts it how we get sick them swangs
That locc to the shit ain't no game it's a gang
Them niggas killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang
It ain't no way, I and let them niggas live
'cause' where I'm from we up on em'
Bustin them reps up in them niggas
It's twelve-o-clock full of spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin through your set hit the
sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four c's
Feel the breeze from the in my nine now
in peace

Chorus: 4x

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