Luyện nghe bài hát Face Down

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

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

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

The devil himself, a rebel in trapped in America
Assassinate your character, ya
Twenty more holes, in your Nautica, 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 true 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 gats bust, cutthroat, collateral
Gat'll shatter you, feel the pain, unimaginable
Self shit, straight from the hood, the dirty black

Rap shit, get back ripped, plus the gat spit
Load it and cock it bag, on tracks
Murder you in raps, let my wild dogs bust the
leave the best dead, I stay breast-fed
And when I die, be handcuffed, to my

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

Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you least it
I fuck pussy that's yeast infected
Fuck a brain fry, make me irrational
If I think you schemin', you know I'm blastin' you

I'm too raw, is you out you gourd?
I cut any challenger, top notch 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 lookin' at one desperate nigga, you shouldn't with
I had a doctor to remove a bullet from yo' intestine
'Member when I tested, nigga manhood
To see if he was a nigga, so I pulled out my gun

Gave some dramatic ass 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 pump 'n jump

And when it's to dump and run
I never jump the gun or get cold feet, I heat
Y'a niggaz don't know me in six I made up four years
Got high shit for 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 die over nonsense, I ain't got no conscience
Come out your face you gettin' shot, I'm spittin' hot

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

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

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

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

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

I'm givin' niggaz shattered egos, I 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 you for God's Angels
It's not on but some shit you can't come through
Nigga try to blow he go and now you know

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

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

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