Luyện nghe bài hát Face Down

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

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

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

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

Livin' like a nigga with six months to
On the edge of life, wouldn't think twice, to 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, is Suicide Queens
gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateral
Gat'll shatter you, feel the pain, it's
Self shit, straight the hood, the dirty black shit

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

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

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

I'm too raw, is you out you gourd?
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 at one desperate nigga, you shouldn't mess with
I had a doctor to remove a bullet from yo' intestine
'Member when I tested, this manhood
To see if he was a true nigga, so I out my gun

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

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

You shit 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 face you gettin' shot, I'm spittin' hot

I need fame the bread like I need a hole in the head
Add insult to injury, you fuck with me
Guess that's not your cup of tea I'm star I meet
If you are you eat, fuck the rookies
Rejects, and detects

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

Face down on the
Face 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 brick or stucco or machete
you got, get taken away, you're bakin' today

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

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

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

Experience from the furious,
Dead serious, hysterias, fillin' ya,
With nervousness, for services
We cuttin' off your circulation and ya purposes

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

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