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 move on you that Mac, mane
Come off that watch and chain 'fore I blow out your
hit your chest, go out your back, mane
See me I put in work, man, I been doing for so long
niggas 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 whole clique, mane
When witnesses around they know how we get
So the cops come they ain't see shit, mane
My soldiers 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain
Come the hood and you can cop that
I'm sittig' on some change, G-Unit that's the
Come here stunting you get popped at

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

I came in game knowing niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple fact they know I'm a rider
I got a hell of a aim, I 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 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 'em with platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep iron for
I it cause I'm in it, UTP until 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 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 me though

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 hear me though

My twenty-inches spinning, you always see me
And you hear niggas me grimy
They hit me them bricks and I ain't pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, can't find me
When I back around, man, I'mma back 'em down
I run up busting TEC, mane
If you got a gun and you can't fucking run
My advice is you hit the deck,
But if you get away and come back day
My soldiers'll you wet, mane
Cause we know where you be and we know where you
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
Cause you's a man, what you don't understand?
a fucking fake ass connect, mane

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

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
to bust shots, but you don't hear me though