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 rumble'n da

I spend about amillion thousand a day
When Im bout ta git I move lyke a cop & pray
Stop & say u fukk around wit -I
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 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
shit not even 4tunbitch or da nigga Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz datta nigga shock'd on hiz neighborhood blokk
Nigga knoe wut tyme it iz and im styll on dat grimey shit
Im styll grindin and shit ayo nigga im styll dat simple 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 wurdz itz lyke I gittin da respeck I deserve

-Da
I gat shotz he I shot -yeah-
A nigga shock'd he shock'd he thurr
On every blokk itz hott im 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 the blood spills
Same thing get you cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', always keep a gun on him
Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, head gone 'n
Sloppy, droppin' you
Close range so my bullets don't swerve,
No
in ya hand, find me
Call Earl, is the ways of the world
Y'all made
Tryin' to wild out there so crack, 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 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 them hos
Keep it, serious
Believe it don't us, until you see me creepin',
Now you sleep with fishes
G-W-I-Z, so
To all them and sober bitches in 'burban 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 thump nah
talk feet walk you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear them come
Drop son, out
You better send 'em 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 I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
With my testosterone, male
Enough for a giant's body, science
Don't tempt me, EMS 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 style, solo or X
Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas
Remember the, original, y'all still tryina niggas are rich
Town house
I'm six cribs deep, six bank in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a that's so tired
While pictures of Bravehearts livin' it up
A million of us, each nigga 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 anyway

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

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

Yo, this is for them drop outs
Niggas who out
If you shots over knockouts
coke, smokin' weed
Sellin' crack, sellin'
You it, you ain't turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money 'till the world end
Gettin' high with my girlfriend
I to have a bike on a bench
Now I got a on this trip
Coke in the pot, on my head

-G.Wiz-
Nigga dont stop 'cause ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
Niggas so ruthless, really is
to these swift executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, purple haze
from D's quickly knockout rookies
G Wiz you know I'm all about
To all my niggas

-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

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

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