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, my name, man I ain't fucking playing
I on you with that Mac, mane
Come off that watch and 'fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out back, mane
See me I put in work, man, I doing dirt for so long
Then get laid out
Niggas run through my to holla at the kid
when I start bringing 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 when the cops come they see shit, mane
My slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain
Come the hood and you can cop that
I'm sittig' on change, G-Unit that's the gang
Come here stunting you get popped at

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

I came in this game knowing niggas gon' me
for the simple fact they know that I'm a rider
I got a hell of a aim, I on telling you, mane
I swear ain't gon' find ya
I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up
Your can't run cause I'm behind ya
Me and Chili in city with a couple nine-milli's
You stay in line, bro
if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it
I love the of gunfire, bro
Right now we smacking 'em platinum
And hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that iron for
I represent it I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
Juvenile, they can't us and I admit it I live it
knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfucking chopper

I to pump crack, love to stay strapped
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 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 hear niggas me grimy
They hit me with bricks and I ain't pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, they find me
When I back around, man, I'mma back 'em down
I run up busting TEC, mane
If you ain't got a gun and you fucking run
My advice is you hit the deck,
But if you get away and come back day
My leave you wet, mane
Cause we know you be and we know where you stay
And we'll checking through your set, mane
Man, you what I said, now get it in your head
I ain't no fucking debt, mane
Cause you's a middle man, you don't understand?
a fucking fake ass connect, mane

I love to pump crack, to stay strapped
Love to gats, but you don't hear 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 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