Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Hound (featyoung Buck Of G Unit)

G-Unit, UTP

G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em Buck, man

50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't fucking
I move on you with that Mac,
Come off that watch and 'fore I blow out your brains
hit your chest, go out your back, mane
See me I put in work, man, I been doing for so long
Then niggas get out
Niggas run through my crib to at the kid
That's when I bringing them thangs out
Then we go through the strip up out the whip
Dumping clips off at whole clique, mane
witnesses around they know how we get down
So when the cops they ain't see shit, mane
My soldiers slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy, or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop
I'm sittig' on some change, that's the gang
Come through here stunting you get at

I love to pump crack, to stay strapped
Love to gats, but you don't hear me though
I to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me

I to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two
to bust shots, but you don't hear me though

I came in this game knowing niggas hate me
Just for the simple they know that I'm a rider
I got a of a aim, I keep on telling you, mane
I swear ain't nobody find ya
When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear block up
Your can't run cause I'm behind ya
Me and Chili in your city with a nine-milli's
You better in line, bro
Cause if I walk it I'll it, you know we'll walk up and pop it
I the sound of gunfire, bro
Right now we smacking 'em with
And they hate it we made it, that's what we keep that iron for
I it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
Juvenile, can't stop us and I admit it I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this chopper

I love to pump crack, love to stay
Love to squeeze gats, but you don't me though
I love to hit the block, I my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you don't me though

I love to crack, love to stay strapped
Love to gats, but you don't hear me though
I love to hit the block, I my two Glocks
to bust shots, but you don't hear me though

My twenty-inches spinning, you see me grinning
And you niggas call me grimy
They hit me with them bricks and I ain't pay 'em
I'm town, they can't find me
When I back around, man, I'mma back 'em down
I run up busting that TEC,
If you got a gun and you can't fucking run
My is you hit the deck, mane
But if you get away and back another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet,
Cause we know where you be and we where you stay
And we'll checking through your set, mane
Man, you heard what I said, now get it in head
I ain't no fucking debt, mane
Cause you's a middle man, what you don't
You's a fake ass connect, mane

I love to pump crack, love to stay
Love to squeeze gats, but you don't me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two
Love to bust shots, but you hear me though

I love to pump crack, love to strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you don't me though
I love to hit the block, I my two Glocks
Love to shots, but you don't hear me though