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 burn the tips
Point blank range, I take aim, blow brain out the frame
Eight shots'll touch ya, spit ya structure

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

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

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

his ass to his spleen, this is Suicide Queens
Where gats bust, cutthroat, collateral
shatter you, feel the pain, it's unimaginable
Self shit, straight the hood, the dirty 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 bust the cats
Styles the best dead, I stay breast-fed
And when I die, be handcuffed, to my

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

Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you expect it
I never pussy that's yeast infected
Fuck a brain fry, make me irrational
If I even think you schemin', you know I'm you

I'm too raw, what is you out you
I cut any challenger, top notch or amateur
You'd be in the projects butt-ass with a hundred G's cash
And no gun, than to fuck 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
when 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 cold pissed his pants, his cover, he a New Jack
You know where I'm comin' from, most my pump 'n jump

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm givin' shattered egos, I keep foes
Or a pet bet they 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 the fireworks, you see the stars bangin'
I really you and prepare you for God's Angels
It's not on humble but some shit you can't through
Nigga try to blow he gotta go and now you

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

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

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