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 knoe-I1-Remix we shot out all da niggaz
we dem rumble'n da

I spend about amillion dollaz a day
When Im bout ta git shot I move lyke a cop &
Stop & say u around wit -I Wun-
I hit u wit dem byg gunz, byg ton only ta make u son
Ayo u fukk wit diz Kid I end up atcha
When u live and put deeze 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 even 4tunbitch or da Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz leeva nigga shock'd on hiz neighborhood blokk
Nigga yall knoe wut tyme it iz and im on dat grimey shit
Im styll grindin and shit ayo im styll dat simple mind'd Kid
So shutcha mouf and mindja bizz & mindja c'mon nigga mindja bitch
'causezi spyt on da curve man 4git hurd
U shit on mi itz lyke I aint gittin da respeck I deserve

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

Tuck in your chain put your in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart straight out the
We live the life the blood spills
Same that get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', Jungle keep a gun on him
Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, head gone 'n
Sloppy, droppin' you
Close range so my bullets swerve, curve
No
in ya hand, find me
Call Earl, death is the of the world
Y'all criminals
to wild out there 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 foul walk around all the
a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes

-G.Wiz-
Braveheart to the graveyard, go niggas
straight, but FUCK them hos
Keep it, serious
Believe it believe us, until you see me creepin',
Now you with them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them ghetto and sober in 'burban districts
I'm on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the turn it up
My erase a ton, your son less thump nah
Heat feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear them come
Drop son, out
You better 'em back son, or feel that casket
The be like 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, hormone
Enough for a giant's body, science
tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al won't be Broke in Harlem
That's that, who made this style, 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 comin' like cinemas
Remember the, original, still tryina show niggas are rich
house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six
Na I'm lyin', who gives a that's so tired
pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A million of us, each inchin' a bus
You got a in Virginia
The only way you than us
Gettin' with .22's now you's 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 ryght
On every itz hott im hott hurr
I hott, yall hott, we roc scrurr'd

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

Yo, this is for them Heismann drop
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots over
Sniffin' coke, weed
crack, sellin' smack
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 on this trip
in the pot, heat on my head

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

-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, yall hott, we roc niggaz

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

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