Luyện nghe bài hát Locc to The Brain

Verse one: x-rated locc

Comin off that high it's that double-set around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and to jack a punk
And when that siccness I'm like a new stage
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 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 thoughts fillin' up my head to the brain
On insane tip e-b-k everyday
The block-style bitch smokin'
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a tank
My on the side going both ways,
Peel a cap and then I'm sideways

repeat 2x

Locc to da brain 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 watt g straight low killa five and the deuce
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that juice
I fuckin' pump rounds of that knot block the plot
(you down to ride? ) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops
Hit the there them niggas go
Reach for your flags straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow niggas actin like they know us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I the clip
They bustin' trying to hit us from the blind side low,
A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge
Hang from the window what's up now nigga
L-o-c to the and gauge blast equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga give a fuck
It's in the hearts so rival niggas straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've never so much 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

1x

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

3: mr. doc

Come with me deep see how I'm to do it for this
Back tight big shit
Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing
When they get lit up on they
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?
we're supposed 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 burning up the villiage nigga life is a
Somes I set the tags and 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 play that way
See niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor
And them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart
And now it is said and what was
Will to pass from mr. doc amen, God bless your ass

repeat 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 of a circle 'cause' a nigga is trying to jack me
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep
But I ain't going out for a jack
The only on my mind
Is pullin my and these handles in these fools
Now tell me what you busters with me?
They started talking about pockets on the ground you
Empty my loot out, you fools be smokin' sherms
But be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn
Now take a lesson from a criminal
I'm standing all in the street
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin must be bluffin
up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine
And started bustin on niggas and watching every muther try to run
That to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay and maintain my self-pride
'cause' when I it's always locc to da brain

repeat 2x

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

Verse 5: lynch

You can't see me for the fact that the inside of my in your sight
Bout' to put some slugs in throat and put your guts in my coat and hit
The night drop a sack of indo in my and it's
Ebk everyday until the day I hit my
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 gauge-pump decorating brains
Nigga nuts and guts it how we get sick them swangs
That locc to the brain shit ain't no game a gang
Them niggas that killed they for some fame it ain't no thang
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 bustin I see gat twenty-four c's
Feel the breeze the slugs 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 the rival's on the way