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 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 been doing for so long
niggas get laid out
Niggas run through my crib to at the kid
That's when I start bringing thangs out
Then we go through the strip up out the whip
Dumping clips off at their clique, mane
When witnesses they know how we get down
So when the cops come 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
through here stunting you get popped at

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

I came in this game knowing niggas gon' me
Just for the simple fact they know I'm a rider
I got a of a aim, I keep on telling you, mane
I swear nobody gon' find ya
When I get I'm tempted to tear your block up
Your niggas run cause I'm behind ya
Me and in your city with a couple nine-milli's
You better in line, bro
Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know 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 cause I'm in it, UTP I'm finished
Juvenile, they can't us and I admit it I live it
I'll knock a off his pivot with this motherfucking chopper

I love to crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you hear 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 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

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
When I back around, man, I'mma back 'em down
I run up busting that TEC,
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 back day
My soldiers'll leave you wet,
Cause we know where you be and we where you stay
And we'll come checking your set, mane
Man, you heard what I said, now get it in head
I ain't paying no debt, mane
you's a middle man, what you don't understand?
You's a fake ass connect, mane

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