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 on that Brass Monkey
Walk around with the brain of a crash

How the fuck you gonna try to gas from me?
You be in the of a 1000 Corpse like Rob Zombie
Culture this I God, all inside iPod
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, gettin colder
like Iraq and I'm just a soldier

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

creep, yo check 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, split me a broad
Maybe spit me a dart, so I get me a car

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

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

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

Nobody me, not even my family
Most important man on the planet still ban me
Instead of givin and revealin a Grammy
rather see me stressed out concealin my jammy

Hopin, I got smoked out and broke like
Spin the 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 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 and I'm just a soldier

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