Luyện nghe bài hát Face Down

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

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

this is lyrical destruction
Path of disaster face Nast, comin' at cha blast
And capture your last, breath like the asthma
care less, you approachin' near death
My hollow tips, rip your vest politic, with the fearless

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

like a nigga with six months to live
On the edge of life, think twice, to make a sacrifice
Do a heist, ya niggaz true to life, my whole crew is trife
So bring your wildest nigga for your team

Tear his ass to his spleen, this is Queens
Where gats bust, cutthroat, cross
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 it bag, on thirty-two tracks
you in raps, let my wild dogs bust the cats
Styles leave the dead, I stay breast-fed
And when I die, be handcuffed, to my

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

Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you least it
I never fuck pussy 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
You'd rather be in the projects with a hundred G's cash
And no gun, than to fuck with Sticky, 'n Son

You lookin' at one desperate nigga, you mess with
I had a scared to remove a bullet from yo' intestine
'Member when I tested, this manhood
To see if he was a true nigga, so I out my gun

some dramatic ass speech then, pulled the trigger
Ha ha, barrel empty, on you Jack
He cold pissed his pants, blew his cover, he a New
You know where I'm comin' from, 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 don't know me in six hours 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 Beef is my middle name
So don't die nonsense, I ain't got no conscience
Come out face you gettin' shot, everything I'm spittin' hot

I need fame without the bread like I need a hole in the
Add to injury, you can't 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, plainclothes and

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

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

You takin' a ride in the ambulance, you mad damages
Cock the hammer shit, leave you Lost like
You brick or stucco or paper machete
Whatever you got, get taken away, you're today

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

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

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

Experience from the furious,
Dead serious, hysterias, ya, interior
nervousness, for your services
We off your circulation and deaden ya purposes

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

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