Luyện nghe bài hát Face Down

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

Yo, I'm goin' straight for your head to leave you
Eyes of redness, I rap cats to burn the lead tips
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 Nast, comin' at cha full blast
And capture grabs your last, breath like the
Couldn't care less, you near death
My hollow tips, rip into your vest politic, with the

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

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

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

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

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

Sticky sneak up, when you least expect 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 any challenger, top notch or amateur
You'd be in the projects butt-ass with a hundred G's cash
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, nigga manhood
To see if he was a nigga, so I pulled out my gun

Gave some dramatic ass speech then, pulled the
Ha ha, barrel empty, on you Jack
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 time to and run
I never the gun or get cold feet, I hold heat
Y'a niggaz don't know me in six I made up four years
Got high for your ears
Sorry that I never felt yo fingertips made of Velcro

You shit like it's a little game
now how we get down Beef is my middle name
So don't die nonsense, I ain't got no conscience
Come out your face you gettin' shot, everything I'm hot

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

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

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

You a ride in the ambulance, you catch mad damages
Cock the hammer shit, you Lost like Angeles
You ain't brick or stucco or paper
you got, get taken away, you're bakin' today

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

I'm niggaz shattered egos, I keep foes
Or a pet bet they small threat, make 'em eat
Deep goes my depth, sleep get wet
If that enough, we come through and hose your shit

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

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

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

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