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 niggaz
we dem rumble'n da

I spend amillion thousand dollaz a day
When Im bout ta git shot I move a cop & pray
& say u fukk around 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 atcha
When u and put deeze shotz nya rib
Ayo I myght shoot 2 but I juz (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 shotz datta nigga shock'd on hiz neighborhood blokk
yall knoe wut tyme it iz and im styll on dat grimey shit
Im styll grindin and shit ayo nigga im styll dat simple Kid
So shutcha mouf and mindja bizz & mindja shit nigga mindja bitch
spyt on da curve man 4git wutcha hurd
U shit on mi itz lyke I aint gittin da respeck I deserve

-Da
I gat shotz he shot I -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

Tuck in your chain put your in your pocket
come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the life where the blood
thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', Jungle always a gun on him
Pull out, sound*}, four head gone 'n
Sloppy, you birds
Close so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No
Back in ya hand, me
Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all made
Tryin' to wild out so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in
'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk all the time
With a gray Mack 10 and a full o' dimes

-G.Wiz-
to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but FUCK hos
it, dead serious
Believe it don't us, until you see me creepin',
Now you sleep with fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober bitches in districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly by God's Son
And is the military turn it up
My moves a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, them shots come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son, or that casket
The peeps be one (one)
I'm movin on chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son

G-O-D I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible
Like Mike said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you TFO's doctor or Deep
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya
I never wear Esco, I got a New comin' like cinemas
Remember the, original, still tryina show niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck so tired
While pictures of Bravehearts just it up
A million of us, each nigga 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, it's ok, you dyin' anyway

-Da
I gat shotz he shot I shot
A nigga shock'd he shock'd he ryght
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
yall knoe wut tyme it iz [2x]

Yo, is for them Heismann drop outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, smokin'
Sellin' crack, smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it
Braveheart's money ruthless 'till the world end
Gettin' with 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 stop blazin' 'cause ya target's
Shoot 'till the empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
Useless to these executioners
And thats nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke haze
Runnin D's quickly knockout rookies
G Wiz you know 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 itz hott im hott hurr
I hott, yall hott, we roc scrurr'd

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

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