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 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 only ta make u son
Ayo u fukk wit diz Kid I end up 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 aint no
Witnessin shit not even or da nigga Da DIK
'causezi gat shotz datta leeva nigga shock'd on hiz neighborhood
yall knoe wut tyme it iz and im styll on dat grimey shit
Im grindin and shit ayo nigga im styll dat simple mind'd Kid
So mouf and mindja bizz & mindja shit c'mon nigga mindja bitch
'causezi spyt on da man 4git wutcha hurd
U shit on mi itz lyke I aint gittin da respeck I deserve

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

Tuck in your chain put your watch in pocket
come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the where 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 swerve, curve
No
Back in ya hand, me
Earl, death is the ways of the world
Y'all criminals
to wild out there so crack, bust 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 around all the
With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket o' dimes

-G.Wiz-
Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go
Scared straight, but 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 moves erase a ton, your son thump nah
Heat talk feet you run uh
Rat ta-tat, Hear them come
son, pull out
You better send 'em back son, or feel that
The peeps be one (one)
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very promoted by God's Son

G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's
With my testosterone, male
Enough for a giant's body, 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 be Broke in Harlem
That's that, who this style, solo or X
Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb
Whoever, I freaked it yes, so ya death
I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like
Remember the, original, still tryina show niggas are rich
Town niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who a fuck that's so tired
pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up
A million of us, each nigga a bus
You got a house in
The only way you sicker us
Gettin' bagged with .22's now a ridiculous fuck
No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you anyway

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

I gat shotz leeva nigga shock'd
on hiz neighborhood
yall knoe wut tyme it iz [2x]

Yo, is for them Heismann drop outs
Niggas who out
If you prefer shots knockouts
coke, smokin' weed
Sellin' crack, smack
You it, you ain't turn it back
Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless the world end
high with my enemy's girlfriend
I used to have a bike on a
Now I got a jeep on trip
in the pot, heat on my head

-G.Wiz-
Nigga dont stop blazin' ya target's movin'
Shoot 'till the gun's stupid, Queens
so ruthless, really excuses is
Useless to these executioners
And Queensbridge nigga, all day
Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple
from D's quickly knockout rookies
G Wiz you what I'm all about
To all my real

-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
yall knoe wut tyme it iz [6x]

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