Luyện nghe bài hát Locc to The Brain

Verse one: x-rated locc

Comin off that 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 siccness hits I'm like a new
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, the grave
midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
Mr. doc, baby reg, lynch, big dan
We to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this,
ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the pictured in my head
Ain't no 'cause the devil said I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them thoughts fillin' up my head locc to the brain
On that insane tip everyday
The block-style smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm on a full tank
My on the side going both ways,
Peel a niggas cap and then I'm

Chorus: 2x

to da brain insane every day all day it's 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 g straight 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 block the
(you down to ride? ) yeah we with them body drops stop
Hit the there them niggas go
Reach for your flags straps and roll the windows low
slow these niggas actin like they know us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets I emptied the clip
They back trying to hit us from the blind side low,
A fucking doughnut and the pump
Hang the window what's up now nigga yee-ah
to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a don't give a fuck
It's in the hearts so these rival niggas stuck
I let the gauge loose I've never seen so much blood
It's all for gang and the 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 brain insane 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 deep see how I'm to do it for this
Back with tight big
Them 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
That since that time I haven't from him
Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go
Remember we're supposed to be the with 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 on the wall you fucking snitch
So you'll make a on how you're gang-banging
L-o-c and to the brain locc's 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 from mr. doc amen, God your ass

Chorus: 2x

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

Verse 4: reg

See I was standing in the middle of a circle 'cause' a is trying to jack me
a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse
But I ain't going out for a jack
The only thing on my
Is pullin my nine and these in these fools
Now tell me 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 your face and let gun powder burn
Now take a lesson from a criminal
I'm standing all in the street
And talkin shit to your and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin
up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine
And started bustin on niggas and every muther fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay and maintain my self-pride
'cause' when I ride it's always to da brain

repeat 2x

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

5: brotha lynch

You can't see me for the 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 drop a sack of in my pipe and it's
Ebk until the day I hit my grave-sight
That locc to the 'cause' it's all redrum
A couple of hits from the purple
And I'm workin a fifth of the and rum
I have my gauge-pump decorating niggas brains
Nigga nuts and it how we get sick them northern-cal swangs
That locc to the brain shit no game it's a gang
Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no
It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas
'cause' I'm from we rockin up on em'
Bustin them up in them niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that full of that ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin through your set hit the
Sign sideways bustin I see gat c's
Feel the breeze the slugs in my nine now
in peace

Chorus: 4x

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