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 spend about amillion thousand a day
When Im bout ta git 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
When u live and put shotz nya rib
Ayo I myght shoot 2 but I juz (Wun)
Put it ta da (Syde) uv hiz lid
And luk wut I (Did) and no witnesses
shit not even 4tunbitch or da nigga Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz datta leeva 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 im styll dat simple mind'd Kid
So shutcha mouf and mindja bizz & mindja shit c'mon nigga mindja
'causezi spyt on da curve man 4git wutcha
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 he ryght thurr
On every blokk itz hott im hurr
I hott, yall hott, we roc niggaz

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

-G.Wiz-
to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but FUCK hos
it, dead serious
Believe it don't us, until you see me creepin',
Now you sleep them fishes
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 is the military turn it up
My erase a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat talk feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear them come
son, pull out
You better send 'em back son, or that casket
The peeps be one (one)
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very promoted by God's Son

G-O-D S-O-N I a female's estrogen
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a giant's body, science
tempt 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 made this style, or X
Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a New comin' like cinemas
Remember the, original, still tryina show niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who a fuck that's so tired
While pictures of Bravehearts livin' it up
A million of us, each inchin' a bus
You got a in Virginia
The way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with .22's now a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's ok, you dyin' anyway

-Da
I gat shotz he shot I -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 shotz datta leeva nigga
on hiz neighborhood
Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz

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

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

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

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

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