Luyện nghe bài hát Down (Lloyd Banks Diss)

Oooooh,

(The Game)
That's Lloyd Bank's singin',
You betta tell your boy to 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 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 Thirty away he fell, (down, oooh well)
Touch like Michael,
One of the dice, oh!,
You wanna gamble wit' life,
die slow.

Now your goin', (down, down)
Tony Yayo to run,
I chased him, (down, well)
I hate 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 gon' die wit' em'.

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

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

Told to get, (down, down)
I looked back and saw my goin', (down, oooh well)
I said,"homie we can't em'",
What if my dyin',
Soon as we hit then,
We heard sirens.

Oh shit!, goin', (down, down)
Guns out, they him to get, (down, oooh well)
He on knees,
squirtin' 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' them get murdered.

'cause he tried to get my 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 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 thing smoking 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 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 so I sat, (down, oooh well)
And just 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 tellin' them lies to all them motherfuckin' magazines,
And radio stations you know what happened.

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

You niggas ran out the nigga,
All I wanted to do was 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 y'all nigga,
And like that,
For life.