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 niggaz
we dem da streetz

I about amillion thousand dollaz a day
Im bout ta git shot I move lyke a cop & pray
Stop & say u around wit -I Wun-
I hit u wit dem byg gunz, byg ton only ta make u son
Ayo u fukk wit diz Kid I end up atcha
When u live and put 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
Witnessin shit not 4tunbitch or da nigga Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz datta leeva nigga on hiz neighborhood blokk
yall knoe wut tyme it iz and im styll on dat grimey shit
Im styll grindin and ayo nigga im styll dat simple mind'd Kid
So shutcha mouf and mindja bizz & mindja shit c'mon nigga mindja
'causezi spyt on da 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 thurr
On every itz hott im hott hurr
I hott, yall hott, we roc scrurr'd

Tuck in your chain put your watch in your
Here come the straight out the projects
We live the where the blood spills
Same thing that get you nigga, get you killed
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, head gone 'n
Sloppy, you birds
range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No
Back in ya hand, 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
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in
Fuckin 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too walk around 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 them hos
Keep it, dead
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 sober bitches in 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, Hear them shots
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son, or feel that
The be like one (one)
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by Son

G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's
my testosterone, male 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 Mike Jack said, for me and Al won't be Broke in Harlem
that, who made this style, solo or X
Are you TFO's or Mobb Deep
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a New comin' like cinemas
the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich
Town house
I'm six deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck so tired
While of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' 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, it's ok, you dyin' anyway

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

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

Yo, is for them Heismann drop outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer over knockouts
coke, smokin' weed
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 a bike on a bench
Now I got a jeep on this
Coke in the pot, on my head

-G.Wiz-
Nigga dont stop blazin' 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, smoke haze
from D's quickly knockout rookies
G Wiz you what I'm all about
To all my niggas

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

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

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