Luyện nghe bài hát Face Down

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

Yo, I'm goin' straight for your head to you headless
of redness, I spray rap cats to burn the lead tips
Point range, I take 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 your last, like the asthma
Couldn't less, you approachin' near death
My hollow tips, rip into vest politic, with the fearless

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

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

Tear his ass to his spleen, is Suicide Queens
gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateral
Gat'll shatter you, feel the pain, unimaginable
Self shit, straight the hood, the dirty black shit

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

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

Sticky Fingaz sneak up, you least expect it
I never fuck that's yeast infected
Fuck a brain fry, make me think
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 notch or
You'd be in the projects butt-ass with a hundred G's cash
And no gun, than to fuck Sticky, Fredro 'n Son

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

Gave some dramatic ass speech then, pulled the
Ha ha, empty, joke on you Jack
He cold pissed his pants, his cover, he a New Jack
You know 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 don't know me in six hours I made up four years
Got high for your ears
Sorry somethin' that I never yo fingertips made of Velcro

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Experience from the furious,
Dead serious, hysterias, ya, interior
nervousness, for your services
We cuttin' off your circulation and ya purposes

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

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