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 amillion thousand dollaz a day
When Im bout ta git shot I lyke a cop & pray
Stop & say u fukk wit -I Wun-
I hit u wit dem byg gunz, byg ton ta make u syck son
Ayo u fukk wit diz Kid I end up atcha
When u 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 aint no
shit not even 4tunbitch or da nigga Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz datta nigga shock'd on hiz neighborhood blokk
yall knoe wut tyme it iz and im styll on dat grimey shit
Im styll grindin and shit ayo nigga im dat simple mind'd Kid
So shutcha mouf and mindja bizz & mindja shit nigga mindja bitch
'causezi spyt on da curve man 4git hurd
U shit on mi wurdz itz lyke I aint gittin da I deserve

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

Tuck in your chain put your watch in pocket
come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the life where the blood
thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', Jungle always a gun on him
Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four gone 'n
Sloppy, you birds
range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No
in ya hand, find me
Call Earl, is the ways of the world
Y'all criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so crack, guns at Bow Wow's age
in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin 'em hos, born to since I was 12
Way too foul around all the time
With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket o' dimes

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

G-O-D I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, male
Enough for a body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't 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 made this style, or X
Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like
Remember the, original, y'all tryina show niggas are rich
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six
Na I'm lyin', who gives a that's so tired
While pictures of just livin' it up
A million of us, nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in
The only way you sicker us
Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a fuck
No need for the gun play, ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway

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

I gat shotz datta leeva nigga
on hiz blokk
Nigga knoe wut tyme it iz [2x]

Yo, this is for them drop outs
Niggas who out
If you shots over knockouts
coke, smokin' weed
Sellin' crack, sellin'
You thuggin' it, you turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money 'till the world end
Gettin' high with my enemy's
I used to a bike on a bench
Now I got a jeep on trip
in the pot, heat on my head

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

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

I gat shotz datta leeva nigga
on hiz neighborhood
yall knoe wut tyme it iz [6x]

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