Luyện nghe bài hát Locc to The Brain

Verse one: baby x-rated

Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a
And that siccness hits 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, reg, brotha lynch, big dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep high so nigga peep this,
Take ya glock off safety around and hit the street
When I got the pictured in my head
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm halfway
can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my head locc to the brain
On insane tip e-b-k everyday
The block-style smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full
My nine on the side both ways,
Peel a cap and then I'm sideways

Chorus: 2x

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

to da brain...

Verse big dan

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

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

3: mr. doc

Come me deep see how I'm bout 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 heard from him
Now that's my locc damn, where'd you go folks?
Remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this
So nigga it, I'll do it like your ass is dead
And them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell
I'm burning up the villiage nigga life is a
Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you snitch
So you'll a switch on how you're gang-banging
L-o-c and to the real locc's don't play that way
See your niggas on the other side is to hit the floor
And watch them flesh-shredders to rip your asshole apart
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 insane every day all day it's
Where niggaz load straps cause the rival's on the way

Verse 4: reg

See I was standing in the middle of a circle a nigga is trying to jack me
With a nine-millimeter and a six deep posse
But I going out for a jack move
The thing on my mind
Is pullin my nine and these handles in these
Now tell me what you busters want me?
They started talking about pockets on the ground you
Empty my loot out, you fools must be 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 sac-town
I'm standing all in the street
And talkin shit to circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter
And started bustin on niggas and watching every fucker try to run
That locc to da got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my
'cause' when I it's always locc to da brain

Chorus: 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

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 in my coat and hit
The drop a sack of indo 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 of hits from the purple spliff
And I'm workin a fifth of the and rum
I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas
Nigga nuts and guts it how we get sick them swangs
That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a
Them niggas that they mama for some fame it ain't no thang
It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas
'cause' where I'm we rockin up on em'
them reps up in them niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of ammo in my glock-nine
through your set hit the stop
Sign bustin I see gat twenty-four c's
Feel the breeze from the in my nine now
Rest in

repeat 4x

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