Luyện nghe bài hát Down (Lloyd Banks Diss)

Oooooh,

(The Game)
That's Bank's momma singin',
You betta tell boy to keep his mouth 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 away he fell, (down, well)
Touch like Michael,
One of the dice, oh!,
You wanna gamble wit' life,
die slow.

Now your goin', (down, down)
Tony Yayo to run,
I chased him, (down, 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)
to ride wit' 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 Thirty niggas me,
that sport the Dickies,
out of cabs,
We just to talk to 50.

We wanna know goin' (down, down)
Security pulled it went, (down, oooh well)
Had to the block,
I tryna' face the cops,
a couple shots,
Then I seen the shell drop.

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

Oh shit!, goin', (down, down)
out, they tellin' him to get, (down, oooh well)
He on knees,
Blood out his jeans,
Catch 22 should I go to 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 til' them get murdered.

he tried to get my nigga shot, (down, down)
But he survived and now he goin' (down, well)
To the station,
Police at the waitin'
On me to arrive and now I gotta em'.

They take a nigga, (down, down)
We on the same goin', (down, oooh 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 thing back the L-A-X,
up my Air Nikes,
Then I the whole flight.

Had a dream it goin', (down, down)
up and saw my plane comin', (down, oooh 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 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 them magazines,
And radio stations nigga you what happened.

Me and Lloyd aint, (down, down)
Keep talkin' shit, 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 know how I get, (down, well)
So y'all nigga,
And it's that,
For life.