Luyện nghe bài hát Face Down

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

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

Motherfucker this is destruction
Path of disaster face Nast, comin' at cha full
And capture grabs last, breath like the asthma
care less, you approachin' near death
My hollow tips, rip into your politic, with the fearless

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

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

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

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

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

Sticky Fingaz sneak up, you least expect it
I never fuck pussy yeast infected
Fuck a fry, make me think 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 or amateur
You'd rather be in the butt-ass with a hundred G's cash
And no gun, than to fuck Sticky, Fredro 'n Son

You lookin' at one desperate nigga, you mess with
I had a doctor to remove a bullet from yo' intestine
when I tested, this 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, empty, joke on you Jack
He cold pissed his pants, blew his cover, he a New
You know where I'm from, most my niggaz pump 'n jump

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

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

I need fame without the bread like I need a hole in the
Add insult to injury, you fuck with me
Guess that's not cup of tea I'm every star I meet
If you are what you eat, the rookies
Rejects, and detects

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

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

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

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

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

Hit you with the fireworks, you see the stars
I really bang you and prepare you for God's
It's not on but some 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
nervousness, for your services
We cuttin' off circulation and deaden ya purposes

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

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