Luyện nghe bài hát Down (Lloyd Banks Diss)

Oooooh,

(The Game)
That's Lloyd Bank's singin',
You betta your boy to keep his mouth closed,
Or he get a black tux,
And a wake,
How my bow tie lookin'?,
You ready?,
go.

When I see Banks it's goin', (down, down)
If you in the car wit em' you betta get, (down, well)
rifle,
And i'm blastin' on so,
Ski mask, i'm psycho,
My gun got scope.

Two in the leg em, (down, down)
From Thirty away he fell, (down, oooh well)
Touch kids Michael,
One of the dice, oh!,
You wanna gamble wit' life,
die slow.

Now casket goin', (down, down)
Yayo tried to run,
I chased him, (down, well)
I hate the Jakes,
Pat him down his cake,
He be a clown nigga,
as well paint his face.

And how I get, (down, down)
Fuck G-Unit i'm not (down, oooh well)
Used to ride em',
Slice up the pie em',
Got out the group,
'cause I wasn't gon' die em'.

And how it went, (down, down)
At Hot 97 we came, (down, well)
Had niggas wit' me,
that sport the Dickies,
out of cabs,
We want to talk to 50.

We know what's goin' (down, down)
Security pulled it went, (down, oooh well)
Had to the block,
I ain't tryna' the cops,
Heard a shots,
I seen the shell cases drop.

Told to get, (down, down)
I looked back and saw my nigga goin', (down, well)
I said,"homie we leave em'",
What if my dyin',
Soon as we hit then,
We heard sirens.

Oh shit!, goin', (down, down)
Guns out, they tellin' him to get, (down, well)
He on knees,
squirtin' out his jeans,
Catch 22 should I go to jail or the scene.

way it's goin', (down, down)
So I hopped in the and went, (down, oooh well)
Broadway in a suburban,
One on my mind,
Go hard til' them get murdered.

he tried to get my nigga shot, (down, down)
But he survived and now he (down, oooh well)
To the station,
at the Double-U waitin'
On me to and now I gotta shake em'.

They wanna a nigga, (down, down)
We on the same elevator goin', (down, well)
fitted,
Got the lean,
So they notice me,
Now mad as fuck,
And gotta watch my Range leave.

Hit the 95 and head, (down, down)
to Philly so i can lay it, (down, oooh well)
Catch the first smoking back the L-A-X,
up my Air Nikes,
Then I slept the flight.

Had a about it goin', (down, down)
Woke up and saw my plane comin', (down, well)
Missed the trees,
everyday,
New York's my home,
But i'm in L.A.

And i shit, (down, down)
The throne was empty so I sat, (down, well)
And just my biz,
two sides to every westside story,
And I tell it like it is.

And how it went, (down, down)
On my son all that went, (down, oooh well)
So stop tellin' them lies to all them magazines,
And stations nigga you know what happened.

Me and Lloyd aint, (down, down)
Keep shit, i'll lay you, (down, oooh well)

You ran out the backdoor nigga,
All I wanted to do was man,
To see was what.

Y'all was too scared to come, (down, down)
You've been to Compton, you how I get, (down, oooh well)
So fuck nigga,
And like that,
For life.