Luyện nghe bài hát Locc to The Brain

Verse one: baby x-rated

Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to a punk
And when that siccness 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, baby reg, lynch, big dan
We bout' to ridin deep hella 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 the devil said I'm halfway dead
What can I say got evil thoughts fillin' up my head locc to the brain
On insane tip e-b-k everyday
The block-style bitch dank
With my in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the side both ways,
Peel a niggas cap and then I'm

Chorus: 2x

Locc to da brain insane day all day it's e-b-k
Where niggaz they 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 set-trippin' after with that sick juice
I fuckin' pump rounds of that knot block the plot
(you down to ride? ) yeah we fuckin' with them body stop
Hit the there them niggas go
Reach for your flags straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow these actin like they know us are here,
They fuckin' duckin' bullets damn I emptied the clip
They back trying to hit us from the blind side low,
A doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump
from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah
L-o-c to the brain and blast equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a don't give a fuck
It's in the hearts so 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 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 me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this
Back tight big shit
Them fools say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit
When get lit up on they turf
So move on with life one even left
That since that I haven't heard from him
Now that's my right 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 out of the shell
I'm burning up the villiage nigga is a bitch
Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking
So you'll make a switch on how you're
L-o-c and to the brain real locc's don't play 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 said and was said
Will to pass from mr. doc amen, God bless your ass

Chorus: 2x

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

Verse 4: reg

See I was standing in the middle of a 'cause' a nigga is trying to jack me
With a ruger and a six deep posse
But I ain't out for a jack move
The only thing on my
Is pullin my nine and these in these fools
Now me what you busters want with me?
started talking about pockets on the ground you mean
Empty my loot out, you must be smokin' sherms
But I'll be glad to put my strap up in your and let some gun powder burn
Now take a from a sac-town criminal
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 my nine-millimeter nine
And bustin on niggas and watching 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 alone and maintain my self-pride
'cause' I ride it's always locc to da brain

repeat 2x

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

Verse 5: brotha

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 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 decorating niggas brains
nuts and guts it how we get sick them northern-cal swangs
That locc to the brain shit ain't no it's a gang
Them niggas that killed mama for some fame it ain't no thang
It no way, I dump and let them niggas live
'cause' where I'm from we up on em'
them reps up in them niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that full of that ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin through set hit the stop
Sign sideways 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 straps cause the rival's on the way