Luyện nghe bài hát Zone Out Rmx (U Knoe Wut Tyme It Iz) ft/Infa 1& Bravehearts

Braveheart for

- repeated 8x "Z-z-z-zone Out"]

Nas-Bravehearts-ya knoe-I1-Remix we shot out all da fake
we dem rumble'n da

I spend about amillion thousand a day
When Im bout ta git I move lyke a cop & pray
Stop & say u fukk wit -I Wun-
I hit u wit dem byg gunz, byg ton only ta u syck son
Ayo u fukk wit diz Kid I end up atcha
u live and put deeze shotz nya rib
Ayo I shoot 2 but I juz shot (Wun)
Put it ta da (Syde) uv hiz lid
And luk wut I (Did) and aint no
shit not even 4tunbitch or da nigga Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz leeva nigga shock'd on hiz neighborhood blokk
Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz and im on dat grimey shit
Im styll grindin and shit ayo nigga im styll dat mind'd Kid
So shutcha mouf and mindja bizz & mindja shit c'mon mindja bitch
'causezi spyt on da man 4git wutcha hurd
U shit on mi wurdz itz lyke I gittin da respeck I deserve

-Da
I gat shotz he I shot -yeah-
A nigga shock'd he he ryght thurr
On every itz hott im hott hurr
I hott, yall hott, we roc niggaz

Tuck in your put your watch in your pocket
come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the where the blood spills
Same thing get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', Jungle always a gun on him
Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four head 'n
Sloppy, droppin' you
Close range so my bullets swerve, curve
No
Back in ya hand, me
Call Earl, death is the of the world
Y'all made
to wild out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in
'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the
With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket o' dimes

-G.Wiz-
to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but FUCK hos
Keep it, serious
Believe it believe us, until you see me creepin',
Now you sleep with fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober bitches in districts
I'm movin on chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military it up
My moves a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat talk walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots
son, pull out
You better send 'em back son, or that casket
The be like one (one)
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by Son

G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's
With my testosterone, male
Enough for a giant's body, science
Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be in Harlem
that, who made this style, solo or X
Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a New comin' like cinemas
Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show are rich
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so
While pictures of just livin' it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in
The only way you sicker us
Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a fuck
No for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway

-Da
I gat shotz he I shot -yeah-
A nigga shock'd he he ryght thurr
On every blokk itz im hott hurr
I hott, yall hott, we roc niggaz

I gat shotz datta leeva shock'd
on hiz neighborhood
Nigga knoe wut tyme it iz [2x]

Yo, this is for them Heismann drop
who copped out
If you shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, weed
Sellin' crack, sellin'
You it, you ain't turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money 'till the world end
Gettin' high my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a on a bench
Now I got a jeep on trip
in the pot, heat on my head

-G.Wiz-
Nigga stop blazin' 'cause ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to these executioners
And thats nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke haze
Runnin D's quickly knockout rookies
G Wiz you what I'm all about
To all my niggas

-Da
I gat shotz he shot I -yeah-
A nigga shock'd he shock'd he ryght
On blokk itz hott im hott hurr
I hott, yall hott, we roc niggaz

I gat shotz datta leeva shock'd
on hiz neighborhood
Nigga yall wut tyme it iz [6x]

- repeated until end "Z-z-z-zone Out"]