Luyện nghe bài hát Face Down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sticky Fingaz up, when you least expect it
I fuck pussy that's yeast infected
Fuck a 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 or amateur
rather be in the projects butt-ass with a hundred G's cash
And no gun, than to with Sticky, Fredro 'n Son

You lookin' at one nigga, you shouldn't mess with
I had a doctor scared to remove a bullet 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 speech then, the trigger
Ha ha, barrel empty, on you Jack
He cold his pants, blew his cover, he a New Jack
You know I'm comin' from, most my niggaz pump 'n jump

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm givin' shattered egos, I keep foes
Or a pet bet small threat, make 'em eat those
Deep goes my depth, sleep 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 God's
It's not on humble but some you can't come through
Nigga try to he gotta go and now you know

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

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

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