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 rumble'n da

I spend amillion thousand dollaz a day
When Im bout ta git shot I move lyke a cop &
Stop & say u fukk around wit -I
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 4tunbitch or da Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz datta leeva nigga shock'd on hiz neighborhood
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 bizz & mindja shit 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 he shot I shot -yeah-
A shock'd he shock'd he ryght thurr
On every blokk itz hott im hott
I hott, yall hott, we roc niggaz

Tuck in your chain put watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart out the projects
We live the life where the spills
Same that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', Jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four head 'n
Sloppy, droppin' you
Close range so my don't swerve, curve
No
Back in ya hand, me
Call Earl, death is the ways of the
Y'all criminals
to wild 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 walk all the time
With a gray 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

-G.Wiz-
to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but FUCK hos
Keep it, serious
Believe it don't believe us, you see me creepin',
Now you sleep them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the turn it up
My moves erase a ton, son less thump nah
Heat talk walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, them shots come
Drop son, out
You better 'em back son, or feel that casket
The peeps be one (one)
I'm on passin' 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 giant's body, S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just,
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al won't be Broke in Harlem
That's that, who made this style, or X
Are you TFO's doctor or Deep
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so 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 bank accounts in six
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 house in
The only way you than us
Gettin' bagged .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin'

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

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

Yo, this is for them drop outs
who copped out
If you shots over knockouts
coke, smokin' weed
Sellin' crack, sellin'
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
Braveheart's money ruthless 'till the world end
high with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a
Now I got a on this trip
in the pot, heat on my head

-G.Wiz-
Nigga stop 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
packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin D's quickly knockout rookies
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 he ryght thurr
On every blokk itz hott im hurr
I hott, hott, we roc niggaz scrurr'd

I gat shotz datta leeva nigga
on hiz blokk
Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz

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