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

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

I love to pump crack, to stay strapped
to squeeze 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 came in this knowing niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple fact know that I'm a rider
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on you, mane
I swear ain't nobody gon' ya
When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear block up
niggas can't run cause I'm behind ya
Me and Chili in your city with a couple
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
now we smacking 'em with platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep iron for
I represent it I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
Juvenile, they can't stop us and I admit it I it
I'll knock a baller off his with this motherfucking chopper

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

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

My spinning, you always see me grinning
And you hear niggas call me
They hit me with bricks and I ain't pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, can't find me
When I come back around, man, I'mma back 'em
I run up that TEC, mane
If you ain't got a gun and you can't run
My is you hit the deck, mane
But if you get away and come another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet,
Cause we know where you be and we know where you
And we'll come 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 understand?
a fucking fake ass connect, mane

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

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