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 fake
we dem da streetz

I spend amillion thousand dollaz a day
When Im bout ta git shot I move lyke a cop &
& say u fukk 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 no witnesses
Witnessin shit not even 4tunbitch or da Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz datta leeva nigga on hiz neighborhood blokk
Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz and im on dat grimey shit
Im styll grindin and shit ayo nigga im styll dat mind'd Kid
So shutcha and mindja bizz & mindja shit c'mon nigga mindja bitch
'causezi spyt on da curve man 4git hurd
U shit on mi wurdz itz lyke I aint gittin da I deserve

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

Tuck in your chain put your in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart out the projects
We live the where the blood spills
Same thing that get you nigga, get you killed
Warnin', Jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, sound*}, four head gone 'n
Sloppy, you birds
Close range so my bullets swerve, curve
No
Back in ya hand, me
Call Earl, death is the ways of the
made criminals
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 walk around all the time
With a gray 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

-G.Wiz-
Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
Scared straight, but FUCK hos
it, dead serious
Believe it don't us, until you see me creepin',
Now you with 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 this is the turn it up
My erase a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat talk walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots
son, pull out
You send 'em back son, or feel that casket
The be like one (one)
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by Son

G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's
my testosterone, male 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 Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be in Harlem
That's that, who this style, solo or X
Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' cinemas
Remember the, original, y'all still show niggas are rich
house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a that's so tired
While of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A million of us, nigga inchin' a bus
You got a in Virginia
The only way you sicker us
Gettin' with .22's now you's a ridiculous 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 he ryght thurr
On every itz hott im hott hurr
I hott, yall hott, we roc scrurr'd

I gat datta leeva nigga shock'd
on hiz blokk
Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz

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

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

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

I gat shotz leeva nigga shock'd
on hiz blokk
Nigga yall wut tyme it iz [6x]

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