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 out all da fake niggaz
we dem da streetz

I spend 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 ta make u syck son
Ayo u wit diz Kid I end up atcha crib
When u live and put 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 4tunbitch or da nigga Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz leeva nigga shock'd on hiz neighborhood blokk
Nigga yall wut tyme it iz and im styll on dat grimey shit
Im grindin and shit ayo nigga im styll dat simple mind'd Kid
So shutcha mouf and mindja bizz & mindja shit nigga mindja bitch
spyt on da curve man 4git wutcha hurd
U on mi wurdz itz lyke I aint gittin da respeck I deserve

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

Tuck in your put your watch in your 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', always keep 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
Call Earl, death is the ways of the
Y'all criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust at Bow Wow's age
in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin 'em hos, born to since I was 12
Way too foul walk all the time
With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o'

-G.Wiz-
Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
Scared straight, but them hos
Keep it, serious
it don't believe us, until 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 very thoroughly promoted by Son
And this is the military it up
My moves erase a ton, son less thump nah
Heat talk feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear them come
son, pull out
You better send 'em back son, or that casket
The peeps be one (one)
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very promoted by God's Son

G-O-D I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, male
Enough for a giant's body, S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't tempt me, EMS you, me I'm just, invincible
Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem
That's that, who made this style, or X
Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas
Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show are rich
house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck so tired
While pictures of just livin' it up
A million of us, each inchin' a bus
You got a house in
The only way you sicker us
Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a fuck
No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you 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 datta leeva nigga shock'd
on hiz neighborhood
Nigga yall wut tyme it iz [2x]

Yo, is for them Heismann drop outs
who copped out
If you shots over knockouts
Sniffin' coke, weed
crack, sellin' smack
You thuggin' it, you ain't it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless the world end
Gettin' high with my enemy's
I used to have a on a bench
Now I got a jeep on trip
Coke in the pot, heat on my

-G.Wiz-
Nigga dont stop 'cause ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to swift executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, purple haze
Runnin from D's quickly knockout
G Wiz you know I'm all about
To all my real

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

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

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