Luyện nghe bài hát Locc to The Brain

Verse baby x-rated locc

Comin off that high it's double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the pump 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 ridin deep hella so nigga peep this,
Take ya glock off safety around and hit the street
When I got the milli in my head
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm dead
can I say got them evil thoughts 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 full
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 straps 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 after fucking with that sick juice
I fuckin' pump rounds of that knot block the plot
(you down to ) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop
Hit the there them niggas go
for your flags your straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow these niggas like they know us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' dodging damn I emptied the clip
bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side low,
A doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the what's up now nigga yee-ah
L-o-c to the brain and gauge equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't a fuck
It's in the hearts so these rival niggas stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so blood
It's all for gang and the gang shows no love
So if you ever see us through your side it ain't all good,
I you hide

1x

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

3: mr. doc

Come with me see how I'm bout to do it for this
Back with tight big
Them fools that say they'll kill the hits not doing shit
When they get lit up on turf
So move on they life one even left
That since that I haven't heard from him
Now that's my locc damn, where'd you go folks?
Remember we're to be the ones with brains this locc's
So nigga it, I'll do it like your ass is dead
And touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the
I'm burning up the nigga life is a bitch
Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking
So make a switch on how you're gang-banging
and to the brain real locc's don't play that way
See your niggas on the other side is best to hit the
And them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart
And now it is said and was said
Will come to pass from mr. doc amen, God bless ass

Chorus: 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

4: baby reg

See I was standing in the middle of a circle 'cause' a is trying to jack me
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep
But I ain't going out for a move
The only thing on my
Is my nine and these handles in these fools
Now tell me what you want with me?
They started talking about pockets on the you mean
Empty my loot out, you fools must be sherms
But be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn
Now take a from a sac-town criminal
I'm all alone in the street
And talkin shit to circle 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 got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun
So imma continue to strike and alone and maintain my self-pride
'cause' when I ride always locc to da brain

Chorus: 2x

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

Verse 5: lynch

You can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your in my coat and hit
The night drop a sack of indo in my pipe and
Ebk everyday until the day I hit my
That locc to the brain 'cause' all redrum
A of hits from the purple spliff
And I'm a fifth of the coke and rum
I have my gauge-pump decorating niggas brains
Nigga nuts and guts it how we get sick them swangs
locc to the brain 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 dump and let them niggas
'cause' I'm from we rockin up on em'
Bustin them reps up in them niggas
twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin through set hit the stop
Sign bustin I see gat twenty-four c's
Feel the from the slugs in my nine now
in peace

Chorus: 4x

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