Luyện nghe bài hát Down (Lloyd Banks Diss)

Oooooh,

(The Game)
That's Bank's momma singin',
You betta your 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 get, (down, oooh 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 gamble wit' your life,
die slow.

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

And how I get, (down, down)
Fuck G-Unit i'm not (down, oooh well)
Used to wit' em',
Slice up the pie em',
Got out the group,
I wasn't gon' die wit' 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 just want to to 50.

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

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

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

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

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

They 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 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 thing back the L-A-X,
up my Air Nikes,
Then I the whole 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,
two sides to every westside story,
And I tell 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 shit, i'll lay you, (down, oooh well)

You niggas ran out the 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 it's that,
For life.