Luyện nghe bài hát Zone Out Rmx (U Knoe Wut Tyme It Iz) ft/Infa 1& Bravehearts

Braveheart for

[sample - 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
Im bout ta git shot I move lyke a cop & pray
Stop & say u fukk around wit -I
I hit u wit dem byg gunz, byg ton only ta make u son
Ayo u fukk wit diz Kid I end up 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
shit not even 4tunbitch or da nigga Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz datta leeva nigga on hiz neighborhood blokk
Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz and im styll on dat shit
Im styll and shit ayo nigga im styll dat simple mind'd Kid
So shutcha and mindja bizz & mindja shit c'mon 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 I shot -yeah-
A nigga shock'd he shock'd he thurr
On blokk itz hott im hott hurr
I hott, yall hott, we roc scrurr'd

Tuck in chain put your watch in your pocket
Here the Braveheart straight out the projects
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*}, four head 'n
Sloppy, you birds
Close range so my bullets don't swerve,
No
in ya hand, find me
Call Earl, death is the ways of the
Y'all criminals
Tryin' to wild out so crack, bust 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 walk around all the time
a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

-G.Wiz-
Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
straight, but FUCK them hos
Keep it, 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 districts
I'm on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the turn it up
My erase a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear shots come
Drop son, out
You better 'em back son, or feel that casket
The be like one (one)
I'm movin on chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son

G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's
With my testosterone, hormone
for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS you, me I'm just, invincible
Like Mike said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem
That's that, who this style, solo or X
Are you TFO's doctor or Deep
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I never Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas
the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six
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 .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway

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

I gat shotz leeva nigga shock'd
on hiz blokk
Nigga yall wut tyme it iz [2x]

Yo, this is for Heismann drop outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots over
coke, smokin' weed
Sellin' crack, sellin'
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
Braveheart's gettin' ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a on a bench
Now I got a jeep on trip
in the pot, heat on my head

-G.Wiz-
Nigga dont stop 'cause ya target's movin'
'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
to these swift executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, purple haze
from D's quickly knockout rookies
G Wiz you what I'm all about
To all my niggas

-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, hott, we roc niggaz scrurr'd

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

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