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

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

I to pump crack, love to stay strapped
to squeeze 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 came in game knowing niggas gon' hate me
for the simple fact 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 I'm tempted to tear your block up
Your niggas can't run cause I'm ya
Me and Chili in your with a couple nine-milli's
You stay in line, bro
Cause if I it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it
I love the of gunfire, bro
now we smacking 'em with platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we that iron for
I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP I'm finished
Juvenile, they stop us and I admit it I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot this motherfucking chopper

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

I love to pump crack, to stay strapped
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 hear me

My twenty-inches spinning, you always see me
And you hear niggas me grimy
hit me with them bricks and I ain't pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, they can't me
I come back around, man, I'mma back 'em down
I run up busting TEC, mane
If you ain't got a gun and you can't run
My advice is you hit the deck,
But if you get away and back another day
My leave you wet, mane
Cause we know you be and we know where you stay
And we'll come checking through your set,
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 fucking ass connect, mane

I love to pump crack, to stay strapped
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 hear me

I to pump crack, love to stay strapped
to squeeze 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