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 da streetz

I about amillion thousand dollaz a day
Im bout ta git shot I move lyke a cop & pray
Stop & say u around 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 myght 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 4tunbitch or da nigga Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz datta leeva nigga shock'd on hiz neighborhood
Nigga knoe wut tyme it iz and im styll on dat grimey shit
Im styll grindin and shit ayo im styll dat simple mind'd Kid
So shutcha mouf and mindja bizz & mindja shit nigga mindja bitch
'causezi spyt on da curve man wutcha hurd
U shit on mi wurdz itz lyke I aint da respeck I deserve

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

Tuck in your chain put watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart straight out the
We live the where the blood spills
Same thing get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, head gone 'n
Sloppy, droppin' you
range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No
Back in ya hand, me
Call Earl, is the ways of the world
Y'all criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust 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
With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o'

-G.Wiz-
Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
straight, but FUCK them hos
Keep it, dead
Believe it believe us, until you see me creepin',
Now you sleep with fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly by God's Son
And is the military turn it up
My moves a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots
son, pull out
You better send 'em back son, or feel 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 giant's body, 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 won't be in Harlem
That's that, who this style, solo or X
Are you TFO's or Mobb Deep
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a New Line like cinemas
Remember the, original, y'all still tryina niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck so tired
While of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a in Virginia
The way you sicker than 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 shotz he I shot -yeah-
A shock'd he shock'd he ryght thurr
On every itz hott im hott hurr
I hott, yall hott, we roc scrurr'd

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

Yo, this is for them Heismann outs
who copped out
If you prefer shots knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin'
Sellin' crack, sellin'
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' high with my girlfriend
I to have a bike on a bench
Now I got a jeep on this
Coke in the pot, heat on my

-G.Wiz-
Nigga dont stop blazin' 'cause ya movin'
Shoot the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
to these swift executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple
Runnin from D's quickly rookies
G Wiz you know what I'm all
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 hott im hurr
I hott, hott, we roc niggaz scrurr'd

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

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