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 da streetz

I spend about amillion dollaz a day
When Im bout ta git I move lyke 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 live and put deeze 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 no witnesses
Witnessin shit not even 4tunbitch or da Da DIK
'causezi gat datta leeva nigga shock'd on hiz neighborhood blokk
Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz and im styll on dat shit
Im styll grindin and ayo nigga im styll dat simple mind'd Kid
So mouf and mindja bizz & mindja shit c'mon nigga mindja bitch
'causezi on da curve man 4git wutcha hurd
U shit on mi wurdz itz lyke I aint gittin da respeck I

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

Tuck in your put your watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart out the projects
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, droppin' you
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 out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age
in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk all the time
With a Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

-G.Wiz-
Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
straight, but FUCK them hos
Keep it, dead
Believe it don't us, until you see me creepin',
Now you sleep with them
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 this is the turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son less nah
Heat talk feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son, or feel that
The be like 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
for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Don't me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in
That's that, who made this style, or X
Are you doctor or Mobb Deep
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a New comin' like cinemas
the, original, y'all still 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 so tired
While pictures of Bravehearts livin' it up
A million of us, each inchin' a bus
You got a in Virginia
The way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous
No for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway

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

I gat shotz datta nigga shock'd
on hiz blokk
Nigga knoe wut tyme it iz [2x]

Yo, is for them Heismann drop outs
who copped out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, smokin'
Sellin' crack, sellin'
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 on a bench
Now I got a jeep on this
in the pot, heat on my head

-G.Wiz-
Nigga stop blazin' 'cause ya target's movin'
Shoot the gun's empty stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, excuses is
to these swift executioners
And thats nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple
Runnin from D's quickly knockout
G Wiz you know I'm all about
To all my niggas

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

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

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