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 move on you with that Mac,
Come off watch 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 dirt 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 the strip hanging up out the whip
Dumping clips off at whole clique, mane
When witnesses they know how we get down
So when the cops come they see shit, mane
My soldiers 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain
through the hood and you can cop that
I'm sittig' on some change, G-Unit the gang
Come here stunting you get popped 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 bust shots, but you hear me though

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 my two Glocks
Love to shots, but you don't hear me though

I came in game knowing niggas gon' hate me
Just for the fact they know that I'm a rider
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you,
I swear ain't nobody gon' ya
When I get I'm tempted to tear your block up
Your niggas can't run I'm behind 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 the sound of gunfire, bro
Right now we smacking 'em with
And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that for
I represent it I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
Juvenile, they can't stop us and I it I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfucking

I love to pump crack, love to stay
to squeeze 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

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

My twenty-inches spinning, you always see me
And you hear niggas call me
They hit me with them bricks and I ain't pay 'em
I'm outta town, they can't me
When I come around, man, I'mma back 'em down
I run up busting that TEC,
If you got a gun and you can't fucking run
My is you hit the deck, mane
But if you get away and come 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 what I said, now get it in your head
I ain't paying no debt, mane
Cause a middle man, what you don't understand?
You's a fake ass connect, mane

I love to pump crack, love to strapped
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 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