Luyện nghe bài hát Locc to The Brain

Verse one: baby locc

Comin off that high it's that rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg and bout' to jack a punk
And when siccness hits I'm like a new stage
my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
Twelve midnight, my on the stroll,
Mr. doc, baby reg, lynch, big dan
We bout' to roll 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 stoppin 'cause the devil I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil fillin' up my head locc to the brain
On that insane tip e-b-k
The block-style bitch dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a tank
My nine on the side going ways,
Peel a niggas cap and then I'm

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Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's
Where niggaz load straps cause the rival's on the way

to da brain...

Verse big dan

Now try to peep this watt g straight low killa rollin and the deuce
to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice
I fuckin' twelve rounds of that knot block the plot
(you down to ride? ) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops
Hit the lights there them go
Reach for your flags your and roll the windows low
Roll slow these niggas actin they know us are here,
They fuckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' back trying to hit us from the side low,
A fucking and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the window what's up now nigga
L-o-c to the brain and blast equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't a fuck
It's in the hearts so rival niggas straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so blood
It's all for gang and the shows no love fool
So if you see us rollin through your side it ain't all good,
I suggest you

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Locc to da brain insane every day all day 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 bout to do it for
Back with tight big
Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not shit
When they get lit up on they
So move on with they life one left
since that time I haven't heard from him
Now that's my locc right damn, you go folks?
Remember we're to be the ones with brains this locc's
So nigga fuck it, I'll do it your ass is dead
And touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the
I'm up the villiage nigga life is a bitch
Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking
So you'll make a on how you're gang-banging
L-o-c and to the brain real don't play that way
See niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor
And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole
And now it is said and was said
Will to pass from mr. doc amen, God bless your ass

Chorus: 2x

Locc to da brain every day all day it's e-b-k
Where niggaz load they straps cause the 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 move
The thing on my mind
Is my nine and these handles in these fools
Now tell me what you busters with me?
They started talking about pockets on the you mean
Empty my loot out, you 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 lesson from a sac-town
I'm all alone in the street
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter
And bustin on niggas and watching every muther fucker try to run
That locc to da got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun
So imma continue to strike and alone and maintain my self-pride
when I ride it's always locc to da brain

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 5: brotha

You can't see me for the fact that the of my strap's in your sight
Bout' to put slugs in your throat 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 from the purple spliff
And I'm a fifth of the coke and rum
I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas
Nigga nuts and guts it how we get sick northern-cal swangs
That locc to the shit ain't 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 live
where I'm from we rockin up on em'
Bustin them reps up in niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine
through your set hit the stop
Sign sideways 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 day all day it's e-b-k
Where niggaz load they straps cause the on the way