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 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,
Take ya off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli in my head
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm dead
What can I say got them evil fillin' up my head locc to the brain
On insane tip e-b-k everyday
The block-style smokin' dank
my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the side going ways,
Peel a cap and then I'm sideways

repeat 2x

Locc to da brain insane every day all day e-b-k
Where niggaz load they straps cause the 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 set-trippin' after fucking with sick juice
I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of knot block the plot
(you down to ride? ) we fuckin' with them body drops stop
Hit the lights them niggas go
Reach for flags your straps and roll the windows low
Roll slow niggas actin like they know us are here,
fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' back trying to hit us from the side low,
A fucking doughnut and the pump
Hang from the window what's up now nigga
L-o-c to the brain and gauge blast equals in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't a fuck
in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've seen so much blood
all for gang and the gang shows no love fool
So if you ever see us rollin through 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 cause the on the way

3: mr. doc

Come me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this
with tight big shit
Them fools that say they'll the stinking hits not doing shit
When they get lit up on turf
So on with they 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 supposed to be the with brains this locc's
So nigga fuck it, I'll do it your ass is dead
And touch niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell
I'm burning up the villiage nigga is a bitch
I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch
So make 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 watch them bout' to rip your asshole apart
And now it is and what was said
Will to pass from mr. doc amen, God bless your ass

Chorus: 2x

Locc to da brain insane day all day it's e-b-k
Where 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 ruger and a six deep posse
But I ain't out for a jack move
The thing on my mind
Is pullin my and these handles in these fools
Now tell me what you busters want me?
They started talking about on the ground you mean
my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherms
But be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn
Now take a lesson a sac-town criminal
I'm all alone 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 on niggas and watching every muther fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a insane with a fucking empty gun
So continue to strike and stay alone 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 load they straps cause the rival's on the way

Verse 5: brotha

You can't see me for the fact the inside of my strap's in your sight
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put 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 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
Nigga nuts and guts it how we get sick them northern-cal
That locc to the brain 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 niggas live
'cause' where I'm from we up on em'
Bustin them up in them niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that in my glock-nine
Creepin your set hit the stop
Sign bustin I see gat twenty-four c's
Feel the breeze from the slugs in my now
in peace

Chorus: 4x

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