Luyện nghe bài hát Locc to The Brain

Verse baby x-rated locc

Comin off that high that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new
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 hella high so peep this,
ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli in my head
no stoppin 'cause the devil said 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 bitch smokin' dank
With my in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the side both ways,
a niggas cap and then I'm sideways

Chorus: 2x

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

to da brain...

Verse big dan

Now try to peep this 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 knot the plot
(you to ride? ) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop
Hit the there them niggas go
Reach for your flags straps and roll the windows low
slow these niggas actin like they know us are here,
They fuckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip
They bustin' back to hit us from the blind side low,
A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge
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 nigga don't give a
It's in the so these rival niggas straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've seen so much blood
It's all for gang and the gang shows no love
So if you see us rollin through your side it ain't all good,
I you hide

1x

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

3: mr. doc

Come with me deep see how I'm to do it for this
Back with 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 time I haven't from him
Now that's my locc right damn, you go folks?
Remember we're supposed to be the ones brains this locc's
So nigga fuck it, do it like your ass is dead
And touch niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell
I'm burning up the nigga life is a bitch
Somes I set the tags and name on the you fucking 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 best to hit the
And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole
And now it is said and was said
Will come to pass from mr. doc amen, God bless ass

repeat 2x

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

4: baby reg

See I was standing in the middle of a circle 'cause' a nigga is trying to me
With a ruger and a six deep posse
But I ain't going out for a move
The only thing on my
Is pullin my nine and handles in these fools
Now tell me what you busters with me?
They started talking about pockets on the you mean
Empty my loot out, you must be smokin' sherms
But I'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun 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 y'all must be
Threw up my and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine
And started bustin on niggas and every muther fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga insane 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 every day all day it's e-b-k
Where niggaz they straps cause the rival's on the way

Verse 5: brotha

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 night a sack of indo in my pipe and it's
Ebk everyday until the day I hit my
That locc to the brain it's all redrum
A of hits from the purple spliff
And I'm a fifth of the coke and rum
I my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains
Nigga nuts and guts it how we get sick them northern-cal
locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gang
Them that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang
It no way, I dump and let them niggas live
'cause' where I'm we rockin up on em'
Bustin them reps up in niggas ribs
It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff of that ammo in my glock-nine
Creepin through set hit the stop
Sign sideways I see gat twenty-four c's
Feel the breeze from the in my nine now
in peace

Chorus: 4x

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