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 niggaz
we dem da streetz

I spend about thousand dollaz a day
When Im bout ta git I move lyke a cop & pray
Stop & say u 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 crib
u live and put deeze shotz nya rib
Ayo I shoot 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 4tunbitch or da nigga 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 grimey
Im styll grindin and shit ayo im styll dat simple 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 respeck I

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

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, {*shooting sound*}, four gone 'n
Sloppy, you birds
Close range so my don't swerve, curve
No
Back in ya hand, me
Call Earl, death is the of the world
made criminals
Tryin' to wild out there so crack, guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin 'em hos, to cope since I was 12
Way too foul walk all the time
With a gray Mack 10 and a full o' dimes

-G.Wiz-
Braveheart to the graveyard, 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 chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the turn it up
My moves erase a ton, your son thump nah
talk feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, them shots come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em back son, or feel casket
The be like one (one)
I'm on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son

G-O-D I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
my testosterone, male hormone
Enough for a giant's body, S-C-I-E-N-C-E
tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible
Like Mike said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem
That's that, who made style, solo or X
Are you TFO's or Mobb Deep
Whoever, I it yes, so meet ya death
I wear 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 that's so tired
While pictures of just livin' it up
A of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
You got a in Virginia
The way you sicker than us
Gettin' bagged with .22's now a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin'

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

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

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

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

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

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