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 out all da fake niggaz
we dem rumble'n da

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

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

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

-G.Wiz-
Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
straight, but FUCK them hos
Keep it, serious
it don't believe us, until you see me creepin',
Now you sleep with them
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 this is the turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son less nah
Heat talk feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, them shots come
son, pull out
You better 'em back 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 S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a estrogen
With my testosterone, hormone
Enough for a giant's body, S-C-I-E-N-C-E
tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in
That's that, who made this style, or X
Are you doctor or Mobb Deep
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a New comin' like cinemas
Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so
While of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A million of us, each inchin' a bus
You got a in Virginia
The only way you than 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 shot
A nigga he shock'd he ryght thurr
On every blokk itz hott im hott
I hott, yall hott, we roc niggaz

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

Yo, this is for them drop outs
who copped 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' 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 stop blazin' 'cause ya movin'
'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
Useless to these executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke haze
Runnin from D's knockout rookies
G Wiz you know what I'm all
To all my niggas

-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 niggaz

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

- repeated until end "Z-z-z-zone Out"]