Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut Remix

Dmx and canibus.
You know you heard it first.
My man cardin, g black, ralph, records.
Uh echoes]. pure uncut,
Eightball [dmx barks in
Dmx (what? ) dmx, mcgruff, mcgruff, and canibus, baby.
Yeah, it's the uncut, raw, we keep it raw.
Its the uncut, raw we keep it raw. listen...

Niggas at ryders is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do today is catch up with us and kill us
Long as I feel this, head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and leave dead to rot
ryders cut the shit up, like raw keys
Like that crystal my last ? name is raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and gun it down
Only cause I how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, ? a braveless heart?
? for my kids? I you god
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that just put in the ground
ran out of him, so I must've put in a pound
At least! I gave it to nigga for lookin
Money, ? could never my slugs? from cookin
Remember me, cause i'ma be there they bury, you
your skeleton in the cemetery

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu
We it up and smoke it, sixty green
I'm a fiend for rap thing
Down south hustiln' and we all about the
em up, mad face, car chase through the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off that
Frank ? nitty? got a mob to murder with me
one to stick me, believe it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the come back
Bucklin, real dogs stay for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them start bumblin
(vrooom) much room, cloud trippin
Victims who lie there die I be speakin, releasin
You me, are you worthy
To with the suave house and get down and dirty?

[chorus

Its the uncut, raw, we keep it raw [2x]
pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw
Its the uncut, raw, we keep it raw
(what? ) nigga, uncut, raw, we keep it raw

Yo; where the fuck is the dough? it's time to and blow
If I this from the back, have em clutchin they ? toes?
Once my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad crunchin my clothes
Yo I'm 'gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, the rap
Man I'm on a car and my gat, swarm attack, sip don and
just me, my whole freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! and fuck you! who the you?
Touch you, you act like you want
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's trying to tell me don't hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas away just to the muscle
Yo, I squeeze your vocal tussle
please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
Hoes to you, fuck you, suck the shit out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can fuck mcgruff?
Now listen
put your soul in a twister

Just got off the payphone, on a three-way line, with eightball and tony

Askin me for a
Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, the rubber glock
Then I take title, nigga, fuck your spot
Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they call me because I bust a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the same disease your mother got
a favorite with me right before she was forced to pop
She came home at four o'clock, was shot, she was me on top
I the bitch to keep the door locked, I know your heating up hot
Because I the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
I punch you in the
You talk dirt, you get dirt how I stand on niggas networks
You that best works? you think you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone allen iverson couldn't through
Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me a mill or two
To me from killing you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ? wreckin shit
See, what goes around comes around,