Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Guns Down

Niggas never grow up, drink till they throw up
Some sniff that cocaine till they fuckin blow up
junkies drunk on that Brass Monkey
Walk around the brain of a crash dummy

How the fuck you gonna try to gas cash me?
You be in the House of a 1000 like Rob Zombie
Culture I God, all inside your iPod
Cause my squad, is Die Hard

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

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

Niggas creep, yo it, yo, yo
Welcome to the city of God where it's and hard
And these dogs around at least fifty a squad
Sayin, Give me a yard, tryna split me a
spit me a dart, so I could get me a car

Niggas creep, half read or speak
Shoot the whole crib, buckwild like Zeke
From the slums, yeah we be the blind, deaf and
We got six year old knowin how to use a gun

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

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

understands me, not even my family
Most important man on the planet still ban me
Instead of givin praises and revealin a
They'd rather see me out concealin my jammy

Hopin, I got smoked out and broke Sammy
the wheel of fortune then get struck with a whammy
Never black, I got my act together
How can hip hop be dead Wu-Tang is forever?

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

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