Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Guns Down

Niggas never grow up, some drink till they up
Some that cocaine till they fuckin brains blow up
Grass junkies drunk on that Monkey
Walk around with the brain of a dummy

How the fuck you try to gas cash from me?
You be in the House of a Corpse like Rob Zombie
Culture this I God, all inside your
my squad, nigga is Die Hard

Put your guns down, shoot a few
Fifty-two blocks, put ass on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin
Hood's like and I'm just a soldier

Put your guns down, shoot a few
blocks, put that ass on the ground
Rocket on my shoulder, world's gettin colder
Hood's like and I'm just a soldier

Niggas creep, yo it, yo, yo
Welcome to the city of God where gritty and hard
And these dogs walk around at least a squad
Sayin, Give me a yard, tryna me a broad
Maybe me a dart, so I could get me a car

Niggas creep, half can't read or
Shoot the whole crib, like Little Zeke
the slums, yeah we be the blind, deaf and dumb
We got six year old sons how to use a gun

They would shoot and don't think about it, won't blink about it
Go home, lay on breast nigga, drink about it
So while you and you puff like you rough and tough
ass turn to a bitch once you in the cuffs

Put your down, shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks, put ass on the ground
launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin colder
Hood's like Iraq and I'm a soldier

Nobody understands me, not even my
Most man on the planet still they ban me
Instead of praises and revealin a Grammy
They'd rather see me stressed out my jammy

Hopin, I got smoked out and like Sammy
Spin the wheel of fortune then get struck with a
that black, I got my act together
How can hip hop be dead Wu-Tang is forever?

Put your guns down, shoot a few
Fifty-two blocks, put ass on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, gettin colder
Hood's like and I'm just a soldier

Put your guns down, a few rounds
blocks, put that ass on the ground
Rocket on my shoulder, world's gettin colder
Hood's like and I'm just a soldier