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 we shot out all da fake niggaz
we dem rumble'n da

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

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

Tuck in your chain put your watch in your
Here the Braveheart straight out the projects
We the life where the blood spills
Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you
Warnin', Jungle keep a gun on him
out, {*shooting sound*}, four head gone 'n
Sloppy, droppin' you
Close so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No
Back in ya hand, me
Call Earl, death is the of the world
made criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, in hell
Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope I was 12
Way too walk around all the time
a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

-G.Wiz-
Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
straight, but FUCK them hos
Keep it, serious
it don't believe us, until you see me creepin',
Now you sleep with them
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the turn it up
My moves erase a ton, son less thump nah
Heat feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear shots come
Drop son, out
You better 'em back son, or feel that casket
The be like one (one)
I'm movin on chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son

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

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

I gat shotz leeva nigga shock'd
on hiz neighborhood
Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz

Yo, this is for Heismann drop outs
who copped out
If you shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, weed
Sellin' crack, smack
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless the world end
Gettin' high my enemy's girlfriend
I to have a bike on a bench
Now I got a on this trip
in the pot, heat on my head

-G.Wiz-
Nigga dont blazin' 'cause ya target's movin'
Shoot the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
Useless to these executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin from D's knockout rookies
G Wiz you know what I'm all
To all my real

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

I gat datta leeva nigga shock'd
on hiz blokk
Nigga knoe wut tyme it iz [6x]

[sample - until end "Z-z-z-zone Out"]