Luyện nghe bài hát Face Down

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

Yo, I'm goin' straight for your head to you headless
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, ya physical structure

this is lyrical destruction
Path of disaster face Nast, at cha full blast
And capture 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 trapped in America
Assassinate character, slaughter ya
more holes, in your Nautica, fuck all of ya
What? Bringin' MCs, yeah, ya

Livin' like a nigga with six to live
On the edge of life, wouldn't twice, to make a sacrifice
Do a heist, ya niggaz ain't true to life, my whole is trife
So your wildest nigga reppin' for your team

Tear his ass to his spleen, this is Queens
gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateral
Gat'll you, feel the pain, it's unimaginable
shit, straight from the hood, the dirty black 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 bust the
Styles leave the best dead, I stay
And when I die, be handcuffed, to my

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

Sticky sneak up, when you least expect it
I fuck pussy that's yeast 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 with a hundred G's cash
And no gun, than to with Sticky, Fredro 'n Son

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

Gave some dramatic ass then, pulled the trigger
Ha ha, barrel empty, joke on you
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 time to dump and run
I never jump the gun or get feet, I hold heat
Y'a niggaz know me in six hours I made up four years
Got high for your ears
Sorry somethin' that I never felt yo made of Velcro

You talkin' shit like it's a little
That's now how we get down is my middle name
So don't die over nonsense, I got no conscience
Come out face you gettin' 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 fuck me
that's not your cup of tea I'm every star I meet
If you are what you eat, the rookies
Rejects, and detects

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

down on the pavement
Face on the pavement
Face on the pavement
Face 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 stucco or paper
Whatever you got, get taken away, you're bakin'

Trust that, time to crush cats, when I bust raps
I rush and oft' act, buck wild
comin' through here nigga, truck style
Fuck you fuck the judge trial

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

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

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

We them niggaz you can't fuck with, 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