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 head to leave you headless
Eyes of redness, I spray rap cats to burn the lead
Point blank range, I aim, blow your brain out the frame
Eight touch ya, spit ya physical structure

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

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

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

Tear his ass to his spleen, this is Queens
Where gats bust, cutthroat, cross
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 dead, I stay breast-fed
And when I die, be handcuffed, to my

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

Sticky Fingaz up, when you least expect it
I never pussy that's yeast infected
Fuck a brain fry, make me irrational
If I even you schemin', you know I'm blastin' you

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

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

some dramatic ass speech then, pulled the trigger
Ha ha, barrel empty, joke on you
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 never jump the gun or get feet, I hold heat
Y'a niggaz don't know me in six I made up four years
Got high shit for your
Sorry somethin' that I never felt yo fingertips made of

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

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

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

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

You takin' a in the ambulance, you catch mad damages
Cock the hammer shit, leave you Lost Angeles
You ain't brick or stucco or machete
Whatever you got, get taken away, you're bakin'

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

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

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

Experience from the furious,
Dead serious, hysterias, fillin' ya,
With nervousness, for your
We off your circulation and deaden ya purposes

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

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