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 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)
kids like Michael,
One of the dice, oh!,
You gamble wit' your life,
die slow.

Now your 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,
Might as paint 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 niggas wit' me,
that sport the Dickies,
out of cabs,
We want to talk to 50.

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

Told to get, (down, down)
I looked back and saw my 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)
out, they tellin' him to get, (down, oooh 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 hopped in the truck and went, (down, well)
Broadway in a suburban,
One on my mind,
Go til' them fags get murdered.

'cause he to get my nigga shot, (down, down)
But he survived and now he (down, oooh well)
To the station,
Police at the Double-U
On me to arrive and now I 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)
It's to Philly so i can lay it, (down, well)
Catch the first smoking back the L-A-X,
up my Air Nikes,
Then I slept the 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 throne was so I sat, (down, oooh well)
And handled my biz,
Theres two to every westside story,
And I just it like it is.

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

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

You niggas ran out the nigga,
All I to do was holla 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.