Luyện nghe bài hát Down (Lloyd Banks Diss)

Oooooh,

(The Game)
That's Bank's momma singin',
You tell 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 blastin' on so,
Ski mask, i'm psycho,
My gun got scope.

Two in the leg em, (down, down)
Thirty feet away he fell, (down, oooh well)
Touch kids Michael,
One of the dice, oh!,
You gamble wit' your life,
die slow.

Now your goin', (down, down)
Tony tried to run,
I chased him, (down, well)
I hate the Jakes,
Pat him down his cake,
He be a clown nigga,
as well paint his face.

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

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

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

P-nut to get, (down, down)
I back and saw my nigga goin', (down, oooh well)
I said,"homie we leave em'",
What if my dyin',
as we hit Houston 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 should I go to or flee the scene.

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

he tried 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 and now I gotta shake 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 Rover 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 slept the flight.

Had a dream it goin', (down, down)
Woke up and saw my plane comin', (down, well)
the palm trees,
everyday,
New York's my 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 sides to 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' lies to all them motherfuckin' magazines,
And radio stations nigga you what happened.

Me and Banks 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)
been to Compton, you know how I get, (down, oooh well)
So y'all nigga,
And like that,
For life.