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 we shot out all da fake niggaz
we dem da streetz

I spend about amillion dollaz a day
When Im bout ta git I move lyke a cop & pray
Stop & say u fukk wit -I Wun-
I hit u wit dem byg gunz, byg ton only ta u syck 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
Witnessin shit not even or da nigga Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz datta leeva nigga shock'd on hiz neighborhood
Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz and im on dat grimey shit
Im styll grindin and shit ayo nigga im styll dat mind'd Kid
So shutcha mouf and bizz & mindja shit c'mon nigga mindja bitch
'causezi spyt on da curve man 4git hurd
U shit on mi wurdz itz lyke I aint da respeck I deserve

-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

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

-G.Wiz-
Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
Scared straight, but them 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 ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And is the military turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son less nah
talk feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear them come
son, pull out
You better send 'em back son, or feel that
The be like one (one)
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and thoroughly promoted by God's Son

G-O-D S-O-N I a female's estrogen
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a giant's body, science
Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in
that, who made this style, solo or X
Are you TFO's or Mobb Deep
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' cinemas
Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are
house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a that's so tired
pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A million of us, nigga inchin' a bus
You got a house in
The only way you sicker us
Gettin' with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin'

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

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

Yo, this is for them drop outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots knockouts
Sniffin' coke, smokin'
Sellin' crack, sellin'
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless the world end
Gettin' high 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 dont blazin' 'cause ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to these executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin D's quickly knockout rookies
G Wiz you what I'm all about
To all my real

-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
Nigga knoe wut tyme it iz [6x]

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