Luyện nghe bài hát Face Down

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

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

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

The devil himself, a in himself trapped in America
your character, slaughter ya
Twenty holes, in your Nautica, fuck all of ya
Bringin' MCs, yeah, callin' ya

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

Tear his ass to his spleen, this is Suicide
Where gats bust, cutthroat, collateral
Gat'll shatter you, feel the pain, unimaginable
Self shit, straight from the hood, the black shit

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

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

Sticky sneak up, when you least expect it
I never fuck pussy yeast infected
Fuck a brain fry, make me irrational
If I even you schemin', you know I'm blastin' you

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had a hard life, grew up too
But kept it tight with my true click, a new flip
Fuck you for? I seen your bag with your tail between your leg
Afficial Nast in the house that you dead

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

You a ride in the ambulance, you catch mad damages
Cock the hammer shit, leave you Lost Angeles
You ain't brick or or paper machete
Whatever you got, get taken away, bakin' today

that, it's time to crush cats, when I bust raps
I rush tracks and act, buck wild
comin' through here nigga, truck style
Fuck you fuck the judge trial

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

Hit you with the fireworks, you see the bangin'
I really you and prepare you for God's Angels
It's not on humble but some shit you can't through
Nigga try to blow he go and now you know

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

We them niggaz you can't with, rain or shine
All mics I slain yo' kind, the mind
Of those thinkin' of playin' theyrself,
Is etched, in stone, you gettin' blown

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