Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Guns Down

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

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

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

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

creep, yo check it, yo, yo
Welcome to the of God where it's gritty and hard
And these walk 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, can't read or speak
the whole crib, buckwild like Little Zeke
From the slums, yeah we be the blind, deaf and
We got six old sons knowin how to use a gun

They would shoot and don't think it, won't even blink about it
Go home, lay on momma breast nigga, drink it
So while you and you puff 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 ass on the ground
Rocket on my shoulder, world's gettin colder
Hood's like Iraq and I'm a soldier

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

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

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 a soldier

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