Luyện nghe bài hát Face Down

Yo fuck that up man
Who you wit?
Fuck that, who you wit?

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

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

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

like 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 true to life, my crew is trife
So bring your wildest nigga reppin' for team

his ass to his spleen, this is Suicide Queens
Where gats bust, cutthroat, collateral
shatter you, feel the pain, it's unimaginable
Self shit, from the hood, the dirty black shit

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

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

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

I'm too raw, what is you out you
I cut through any challenger, top notch or
You'd rather be in the projects butt-ass with a hundred G's
And no gun, to fuck with Sticky, Fredro 'n Son

You lookin' at one desperate nigga, you shouldn't with
I had a doctor scared to remove a from yo' intestine
'Member when I tested, this manhood
To see if he was a true nigga, so I out my gun

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

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

You shit like it's a little game
That's now how we get down Beef is my middle
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 bread 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 you eat, fuck the rookies
Rejects, and detects

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

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

You a ride in the ambulance, you catch mad damages
Cock the hammer shit, you Lost like Angeles
You brick 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 oft' act, buck
Army comin' through nigga, truck style
you fuck the judge fuck trial

I'm givin' shattered egos, I keep foes
Or a pet bet they small threat, 'em eat those
goes my depth, sleep hoes 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 God's
not on humble but some shit you can't come through
Nigga try to he gotta go and now you know

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

We them niggaz you fuck with, rain or shine
All I slain yo' kind, changed the mind
Of those thinkin' of theyrself, next
Is etched, in stone, you motherfuckers blown

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