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 about amillion thousand a day
When Im bout ta git shot I move a cop & pray
Stop & say u fukk around wit -I
I hit u wit dem byg gunz, byg ton ta make u syck 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 even or da nigga Da DIK
'causezi gat datta leeva nigga shock'd on hiz neighborhood blokk
Nigga yall knoe wut it iz and im styll on dat grimey shit
Im styll grindin and shit ayo nigga im styll dat mind'd Kid
So shutcha mouf and mindja bizz & mindja shit c'mon nigga mindja
'causezi spyt on da curve man 4git hurd
U shit on mi wurdz itz lyke I aint gittin da respeck I

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

Tuck in your put your watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart out the projects
We live the life the blood 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 bullets swerve, curve
No
Back in ya hand, me
Call Earl, death is the of the world
Y'all made
Tryin' to wild out there so crack, guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in
Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the
With a gray Mack 10 and a full o' dimes

-G.Wiz-
Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
straight, but FUCK them hos
Keep it, dead
Believe it believe us, until you see me creepin',
Now you sleep them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban
I'm on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military it up
My moves a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear them come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son, or feel 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 female's
my testosterone, male 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 in Harlem
that, who made this style, solo or X
Are you TFO's or Mobb Deep
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I never Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas
Remember the, original, y'all tryina show niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so
While pictures of just livin' it up
A million of us, nigga inchin' a bus
You got a in Virginia
The way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with .22's now a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's ok, you dyin' anyway

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

Yo, this is for them Heismann drop
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots knockouts
coke, smokin' weed
Sellin' crack, smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
Braveheart's gettin' money 'till the world end
Gettin' with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a
Now I got a jeep on this
Coke in the pot, heat on my

-G.Wiz-
Nigga dont stop blazin' 'cause ya target's
Shoot 'till the empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
to these swift executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke haze
Runnin from D's 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 every blokk itz im hott hurr
I hott, hott, we roc niggaz scrurr'd

I gat shotz datta nigga shock'd
on hiz neighborhood
Nigga yall wut tyme it iz [6x]

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