Luyện nghe bài hát Face Down

Yo that word up man
Who you runnin'
Fuck that, who you wit?

Yo, I'm straight for your head to leave you headless
Eyes of redness, I rap cats to burn the lead tips
Point blank range, I aim, blow your brain out the frame
Eight shots'll touch ya, ya physical structure

Motherfucker is lyrical destruction
Path of disaster face Nast, comin' at cha blast
And capture grabs your last, like the asthma
Couldn't care less, you near death
My hollow tips, rip into your vest politic, the fearless

The devil himself, a rebel in himself in America
Assassinate character, slaughter ya
Twenty holes, in your Nautica, fuck all of ya
What? Bringin' MCs, yeah, ya

Livin' like a nigga six months to live
On the edge of life, wouldn't twice, to make a sacrifice
Do a heist, ya niggaz ain't to life, my whole crew is trife
So bring your nigga reppin' for your team

Tear his ass to his spleen, this is Queens
gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateral
Gat'll you, feel the pain, it's unimaginable
Self shit, straight from the hood, the dirty shit

Rap shit, get your ripped, plus the gat spit
Load it and cock it bag, on tracks
you in raps, let my wild dogs bust the cats
Styles leave the best dead, I breast-fed
And I die, be handcuffed, to my deathbed

Face down on the
Face down on the
Face down on the
Face down on the

Fingaz sneak up, when you least expect it
I fuck pussy that's yeast infected
a brain fry, make me think irrational
If I think you schemin', you know I'm blastin' you

I'm too raw, what is you out you
I cut any challenger, top notch or amateur
rather be in the projects butt-ass with a hundred G's cash
And no gun, than to fuck with Sticky, 'n Son

You lookin' at one desperate nigga, you shouldn't with
I had a doctor scared to remove a bullet yo' intestine
when I tested, this nigga manhood
To see if he was a nigga, so I pulled out my gun

Gave some ass speech then, pulled the trigger
Ha ha, empty, joke on you Jack
He cold pissed his pants, his cover, he a New Jack
You know where I'm comin' from, most my niggaz pump 'n

And it's time to dump and run
I never jump the gun or get cold feet, I heat
Y'a niggaz don't know me in six hours I made up four
Got high shit for your
Sorry somethin' that I never felt yo made of Velcro

You talkin' like it's a little game
That's now how we get down Beef is my middle
So don't die nonsense, I ain't got no conscience
Come out your you gettin' shot, everything I'm spittin' hot

I need fame without the bread I need a hole in the head
Add to injury, you can't fuck with me
Guess not your cup of tea I'm every star I meet
If you are what you eat, the rookies
Rejects, plainclothes and

I had a hard life, up too quick
But kept it tight with my click, startin' a new flip
Fuck you frontin' for? I seen your bag with your tail your leg
Afficial Nast in the house mean you dead

Face on the pavement
down on the pavement
Face on the pavement
Face on the pavement

You takin' a ride in the ambulance, you mad damages
Cock the shit, leave you Lost like Angeles
You ain't brick or stucco or machete
you got, get taken away, you're bakin' today

Trust that, it's time to crush cats, when I bust
I tracks and oft' act, buck wild
Army through here nigga, truck style
Fuck you fuck the fuck trial

I'm givin' niggaz shattered egos, I keep
Or a pet bet small threat, make 'em eat those
Deep my depth, sleep hoes get wet
If that ain't enough, we come through and your shit

Hit you the fireworks, you see the stars bangin'
I really bang you and prepare you for God's
It's not on humble but some shit you come through
try to blow he gotta go and now you know

Experience from the furious,
Dead serious, hysterias, ya, interior
With nervousness, for your
We cuttin' off your circulation and deaden ya

We them niggaz you can't fuck with, or shine
All mics I slain yo' kind, changed the
Of those of playin' theyrself, next
Is etched, in stone, you motherfuckers blown

Face down on the
Face down on the
down on the pavement
Face on the pavement