Luyện nghe bài hát Face Down

Yo fuck that up man
Who you runnin'
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 lead
Point blank range, I take aim, your brain out the frame
shots'll touch ya, spit ya physical structure

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

The devil himself, a in himself trapped in America
your character, slaughter ya
Twenty more holes, in Nautica, fuck all of ya
What? MCs, yeah, callin' 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 nigga reppin' for your

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

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

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

Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you least it
I never fuck pussy that's yeast
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
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 desperate nigga, you shouldn't mess
I had a doctor to remove a bullet from yo' intestine
'Member when I tested, nigga 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, on you Jack
He cold his pants, blew his cover, he a New Jack
You know where I'm comin' from, most my pump 'n jump

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

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

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

I had a hard life, up too quick
But kept it tight with my true click, a new flip
Fuck you frontin' for? I seen your bag your tail between your leg
Afficial 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
the hammer shit, leave you Lost like Angeles
You ain't or stucco or paper machete
you got, get taken away, you're bakin' today

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

I'm givin' niggaz egos, I keep foes
Or a pet bet small threat, make 'em eat those
Deep goes my depth, sleep get wet
If that enough, we come through and hose your shit

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

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 yo' kind, changed the mind
Of those thinkin' of playin' theyrself,
Is etched, in stone, you motherfuckers blown

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