Luyện nghe bài hát Down (Lloyd Banks Diss)

Oooooh,

(The Game)
That's Bank's 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 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 feet 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)
Tony tried to run,
I him, (down, oooh well)
Cause' I the Jakes,
Pat him take his cake,
He be a clown nigga,
Might as well his face.

And how I get, (down, down)
Fuck G-Unit nigga i'm not (down, well)
Used to wit' em',
up the pie wit' 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 wit' me,
Niggas sport the Dickies,
out of cabs,
We just want to to 50.

We wanna know what's (down, down)
pulled heat it went, (down, oooh well)
Had to the block,
I ain't face the cops,
a couple shots,
Then I seen the cases drop.

P-nut to get, (down, down)
I looked and saw my nigga goin', (down, oooh well)
I said,"homie we leave em'",
if my nigga 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,
Blood out his jeans,
Catch 22 I go to jail or flee the scene.

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

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

wanna take a nigga, (down, down)
We on the same elevator goin', (down, well)
fitted,
Got the lean,
So they ain't me,
Now mad as fuck,
And gotta my Range Rover leave.

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

Had a about 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 motherfuckin' magazines,
And radio nigga you know what happened.

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

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

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