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 we shot out all da fake niggaz
we dem rumble'n da

I about amillion thousand 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
When u live and put deeze nya rib
Ayo I myght 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 4tunbitch or da Da DIK
'causezi gat datta leeva 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 bizz & mindja shit c'mon nigga mindja bitch
'causezi spyt on da curve man 4git hurd
U shit on mi itz lyke I aint gittin da respeck I deserve

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

Tuck in chain put your watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart straight out the
We live the life where the blood
Same thing that get you nigga, get you killed
Warnin', Jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four gone 'n
Sloppy, you birds
Close range so my bullets don't swerve,
No
in ya hand, find me
Call Earl, is the ways of the world
made criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, in hell
Fuckin 'em hos, born to since I was 12
Way too walk around all the time
With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o'

-G.Wiz-
to the graveyard, let's go niggas
Scared straight, but them hos
it, dead serious
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 bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military it up
My moves erase a ton, your son thump nah
Heat talk feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear shots come
son, pull out
You better send 'em back son, or feel casket
The peeps be one (one)
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly by God's Son

G-O-D I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, hormone
Enough for a body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just,
Like Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you doctor or Mobb Deep
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas
the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six
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 .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway

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

I gat shotz datta leeva nigga
on hiz neighborhood
Nigga yall wut tyme it iz [2x]

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

-G.Wiz-
Nigga dont stop blazin' ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
Useless to these swift
And thats nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke haze
from D's quickly knockout rookies
G Wiz you know what I'm all
To all my real

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

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

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