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 rumble'n da

I spend about thousand dollaz a day
Im bout ta git shot I move lyke a cop & pray
Stop & say u fukk around wit -I
I hit u wit dem byg gunz, byg ton only ta u syck son
Ayo u wit diz Kid I end up atcha crib
u live 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 not even 4tunbitch or da nigga Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz datta leeva shock'd on hiz neighborhood blokk
Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz and im styll on dat grimey
Im styll grindin and shit ayo nigga im dat simple mind'd Kid
So shutcha mouf and mindja bizz & mindja shit c'mon nigga mindja
'causezi spyt on da man 4git wutcha hurd
U shit on mi wurdz itz I aint gittin da respeck I deserve

-Da
I gat shotz he 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 niggaz

Tuck in your put your watch in your pocket
Here the Braveheart 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, sound*}, four head gone 'n
Sloppy, you birds
Close so my bullets don't swerve, curve
No
in ya hand, find me
Call Earl, death is the of the world
made criminals
Tryin' to wild out so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin 'em hos, born to since I was 12
Way too foul walk around all the
With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket o' dimes

-G.Wiz-
Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
Scared straight, but them hos
it, dead serious
Believe it don't us, until you see me creepin',
Now you sleep them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by Son
And is the military turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son thump nah
Heat talk walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son, or that 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, male
Enough for a body, science 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 be Broke in Harlem
That's that, who made 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 still tryina show are rich
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so
While pictures of Bravehearts just it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a in Virginia
The only way you than us
bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
No for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway

-Da
I gat he shot I shot -yeah-
A shock'd he shock'd he ryght thurr
On every blokk itz hott im 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 [2x]

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

-G.Wiz-
Nigga stop blazin' 'cause ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to these swift
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump o' crack, smoke purple haze
Runnin from D's quickly knockout
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 blokk itz hott im hott hurr
I hott, hott, we roc niggaz scrurr'd

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

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