Luyện nghe bài hát Face Down

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

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

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

The devil himself, a rebel in himself in America
your 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 think twice, to a sacrifice
Do a heist, ya niggaz true to life, my whole crew is trife
So bring your wildest nigga 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, from the hood, the dirty black shit

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

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

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

I'm too raw, is you out you gourd?
I cut through any challenger, top or amateur
You'd rather be in the 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 scared to remove a from yo' intestine
'Member I tested, this nigga 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, joke on you
He cold his pants, blew his cover, he a New Jack
You know I'm comin' from, most my niggaz pump 'n jump

And when it's to dump and run
I never jump the gun or get cold feet, I hold
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' like it's a little game
That's now how we get down is my middle name
So don't die over nonsense, I got no conscience
Come out your face you shot, everything I'm spittin' hot

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

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

Face 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
Cock the hammer shit, 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 to crush cats, when I bust raps
I rush tracks and oft' act, buck
Army comin' here nigga, truck style
Fuck you fuck the judge fuck

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

Hit you with the fireworks, you see the bangin'
I really bang you and prepare you for Angels
not on humble but some shit you can't come through
Nigga try to blow he gotta go and now you

from the furious, eeriest
Dead serious, hysterias, ya, interior
nervousness, for your services
We cuttin' off your 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'

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