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 your head to you headless
of redness, I spray rap cats to burn the lead tips
Point blank range, I take aim, your brain out the frame
Eight touch ya, spit ya physical structure

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

The devil himself, a in himself trapped in America
Assassinate character, slaughter ya
Twenty more holes, in 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 twice, to make a sacrifice
Do a heist, ya niggaz ain't true to life, my crew is trife
So bring your wildest reppin' for your team

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

Rap shit, get your 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 dead, I stay breast-fed
And I die, be handcuffed, to my deathbed

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

Fingaz sneak up, when you least expect it
I never fuck pussy yeast infected
Fuck a brain fry, make me irrational
If I even think you schemin', you 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 projects 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 scared to remove a bullet from yo'
'Member I tested, this nigga manhood
To see if he was a nigga, so I pulled out my gun

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

And when it's time to and run
I jump the gun or get cold feet, I hold heat
Y'a niggaz don't know me in six I made up four years
Got high shit for ears
Sorry somethin' that I felt yo fingertips made of Velcro

You talkin' shit like it's a game
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 gettin' shot, everything I'm hot

I need fame without the 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 star I
If you are you eat, fuck the rookies
Rejects, plainclothes and

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

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

You takin' a ride in the ambulance, you catch mad
the hammer shit, leave you Lost like Angeles
You ain't or stucco or paper machete
Whatever you got, get away, you're bakin' today

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

I'm givin' niggaz egos, I keep 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 and hose your shit

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

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

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

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