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

Braveheart for

[sample - 8x "Z-z-z-zone Out"]

knoe-I1-Remix 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 lyke a cop & pray
Stop & say u fukk around wit -I
I hit u wit dem byg gunz, byg ton only ta u syck son
Ayo u fukk wit diz Kid I end up crib
When u live and put 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 no witnesses
Witnessin shit not even or da nigga Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz datta leeva nigga shock'd on hiz 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 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 shot I shot
A nigga shock'd he he ryght thurr
On every blokk itz hott im hurr
I hott, hott, we roc niggaz scrurr'd

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

-G.Wiz-
Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
Scared straight, but FUCK hos
Keep it, serious
it don't believe us, until you see me creepin',
Now you sleep them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the turn it up
My moves erase a ton, son less thump nah
Heat talk feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, them shots come
son, pull out
You send 'em back son, or feel that casket
The be like one (one)
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very 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
Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible
Like Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem
That's that, who this style, solo or X
Are you TFO's doctor or Deep
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like
Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six bank in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck so tired
While pictures of just livin' it up
A million of us, each nigga a bus
You got a in Virginia
The only way you sicker us
Gettin' bagged .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway

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

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

Yo, this is for Heismann drop outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, weed
Sellin' crack, sellin'
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the end
Gettin' with 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 dont stop blazin' 'cause ya movin'
Shoot the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
Useless to these swift
And thats nigga, all day
packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin from D's quickly knockout
G Wiz you know I'm all about
To all my niggas

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

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

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