Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Guns Down

Niggas never grow up, some drink they throw up
Some sniff that cocaine they fuckin brains blow up
Grass drunk on that Brass Monkey
Walk around with the brain of a crash

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

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

Put guns down, shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks, put ass on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin
like 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 dogs walk around at least fifty a squad
Sayin, me a yard, tryna split me a broad
Maybe spit me a dart, so I get me a car

Niggas creep, half can't or speak
Shoot the crib, buckwild like Little Zeke
From the slums, yeah we be the blind, and dumb
We got six old sons 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 nigga, drink about it
So while you huff and you puff like you rough and
Your ass turn to a once you in the cuffs

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

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

Hopin, I got out and broke like Sammy
Spin the of fortune then get struck with a whammy
Never that black, I got my act
How can hip hop be dead when is forever?

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

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