Luyện nghe bài hát Face Down

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

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

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

The devil himself, a rebel in himself trapped in
your character, slaughter ya
Twenty more holes, in Nautica, fuck all of ya
What? Bringin' MCs, yeah, 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 crew is
So bring your wildest reppin' for your team

Tear his ass to his spleen, is Suicide Queens
Where 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 back ripped, plus the gat
Load it and cock it bag, on thirty-two
Murder you in raps, let my dogs bust the cats
Styles the best dead, I stay breast-fed
And when I die, be handcuffed, to my

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

Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you 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, is you out you gourd?
I cut through any challenger, top notch or
You'd rather be in the projects butt-ass with a G's cash
And no gun, than to fuck with Sticky, 'n Son

You lookin' at one desperate nigga, you shouldn't mess
I had a doctor scared to 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 dramatic ass then, pulled the trigger
Ha ha, barrel empty, joke on you
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 it's time to and run
I never jump the gun or get cold feet, I hold
Y'a niggaz don't know me in six I made up four years
Got high shit for your
Sorry somethin' that I felt yo fingertips made of Velcro

You shit like it's a little game
now how we get down Beef is my middle name
So don't die over nonsense, I got no conscience
Come out face you gettin' shot, everything 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 every 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 frontin' for? I seen bag with your tail between your leg
Nast in the house that mean you dead

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

You a ride in the ambulance, you catch mad damages
Cock the shit, leave you Lost like Angeles
You ain't or stucco or paper machete
Whatever you got, get taken away, you're 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 the judge fuck trial

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

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

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

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

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