Luyện nghe bài hát Down (Lloyd Banks Diss)

Oooooh,

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

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

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

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

And how I get, (down, down)
Fuck nigga i'm not (down, oooh well)
Used to wit' em',
Slice up the pie em',
Got out the group,
'cause I gon' die wit' em'.

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

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

Told to get, (down, down)
I back and saw my nigga goin', (down, oooh well)
I said,"homie we can't em'",
What if my dyin',
Soon as we hit then,
We police sirens.

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

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

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

They take a nigga, (down, down)
We on the same goin', (down, oooh well)
fitted,
Got the lean,
So ain't 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 thing smoking the L-A-X,
up my Air Nikes,
Then I slept the flight.

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

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

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

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

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

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