Luyện nghe bài hát Down (Lloyd Banks Diss)

Oooooh,

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

When I see Lloyd Banks goin', (down, down)
If you in the car wit em' you get, (down, oooh 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 feet away he fell, (down, oooh well)
kids like Michael,
One of the dice, oh!,
You wanna wit' your life,
die slow.

Now casket goin', (down, down)
Tony tried 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 die wit' em'.

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

We know what's goin' (down, down)
Security heat 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 back and saw my nigga goin', (down, oooh well)
I said,"homie we leave em'",
if my nigga 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 truck and went, (down, well)
Broadway in a suburban,
One on my mind,
Go hard til' them 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 they notice me,
Now mad as fuck,
And gotta watch my Rover leave.

Hit the 95 and head, (down, down)
It's to Philly so i can lay it, (down, 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 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 sides to every story,
And I just tell it it is.

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

Me and Lloyd aint, (down, down)
talkin' 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 scared to come, (down, down)
You've to Compton, you know how I get, (down, oooh well)
So y'all nigga,
And like that,
For life.