Luyện nghe bài hát Face Down

Yo fuck word up man
Who you runnin'
that, who you runnin' 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 take aim, your brain out the frame
Eight shots'll touch ya, spit ya physical

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

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

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

Tear his ass to his spleen, is Suicide Queens
Where bust, cutthroat, cross collateral
shatter you, feel the pain, it's unimaginable
Self shit, straight from the hood, the black shit

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

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

Sticky Fingaz up, when you least expect it
I never fuck pussy yeast infected
Fuck a 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 through any challenger, top or amateur
You'd rather be in the butt-ass with a hundred G's cash
And no gun, than to fuck with Sticky, 'n Son

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

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

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

You talkin' shit it's a little game
That's now how we get down Beef is my middle
So die over 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 that's not 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, up too quick
But kept it tight my true click, startin' a new flip
you frontin' for? I seen your bag with your tail between your leg
Afficial Nast in the house that you dead

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

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

Trust that, it's to crush cats, when I bust raps
I rush and oft' act, buck wild
Army comin' here nigga, truck style
you fuck the judge fuck trial

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

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

from the furious, eeriest
Dead serious, hysterias, ya, interior
With nervousness, for your
We off your circulation and deaden ya purposes

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

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