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 out all da fake niggaz
we dem da streetz

I spend about amillion dollaz a day
When Im bout ta git shot I move lyke a cop &
Stop & say u around 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
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 no witnesses
Witnessin shit not even or da nigga Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz datta leeva shock'd on hiz neighborhood blokk
Nigga yall knoe wut it iz and im styll on dat grimey shit
Im styll and shit ayo nigga im styll dat simple mind'd Kid
So shutcha mouf and mindja bizz & mindja c'mon nigga mindja bitch
'causezi on da curve man 4git wutcha hurd
U shit on mi wurdz itz lyke I aint gittin da I deserve

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

Tuck in your chain put your watch in your
Here come the Braveheart out the projects
We live the where the blood spills
Same that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four 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
made criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust guns at Bow age
in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too foul around all the time
With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket o' dimes

-G.Wiz-
to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but them hos
Keep it, serious
Believe it don't believe us, you see me creepin',
Now you with them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by Son
And is the military turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son thump nah
Heat talk feet 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 thoroughly promoted by God's Son

G-O-D S-O-N I a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, 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 made this style, or X
Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I never Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas
Remember the, original, y'all tryina show niggas are rich
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six bank in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so
pictures of Bravehearts 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 with .22's now you's a ridiculous
No need for the gun play, ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway

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

Yo, this is for them Heismann drop
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, smokin'
Sellin' crack, sellin'
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the end
Gettin' with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a
Now I got a jeep on trip
Coke in the pot, on my head

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

-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, hott, we roc niggaz scrurr'd

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

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