Luyện nghe bài hát Put Your Guns Down

Niggas never grow up, some till they throw up
Some sniff that cocaine till they fuckin brains up
Grass junkies drunk on Brass Monkey
Walk with the brain of a crash 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 your iPod
Cause my squad, nigga is Die

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 just a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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