Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut Remix

Dmx and canibus.
You where you heard it first.
My man cardin, g black, ralph, records.
Uh echoes]. pure uncut,
Eightball [dmx in background]
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 ruff is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do today is gon' catch up us and kill us
Long as I feel this, head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and leave them to rot
Ruff ryders cut the shit up, raw keys
Like crystal aching my last ? name is raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it
Only I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, ? a braveless heart?
? for my I thank you god
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they put in the ground
Slugs ran out of him, so I put in a pound
At least! I gave it to nigga for lookin
Money, ? could never stop my slugs? cookin
Remember me, cause i'ma be there when bury, you
Leave your skeleton in the

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu
We wrap it up and smoke it, sixty
I'm a fiend for this rap
south hustiln' and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car chase through the
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off that
Frank ? nitty? got a mob down to murder me
Catch one to stick me, believe it or not, I
I rip thee, into a stack and flip it like a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come
Bucklin, real dogs stay around for
Eightball, pick up the ball, when tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, trippin
Victims who lie there die when I be speakin,
You heard me, are you
To ride with the suave house and get down and

[chorus

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

Yo; the fuck is the dough? it's time to bubble and blow
If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin ? toes?
Once my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my
Yo I'm 'gruff, street beyond the speakers, beyond the rap
Man I'm on a car and my gat, swarm attack, sip don and
Ain't just me, my whole freakin strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! and fuck you! who the you?
Touch you, you act like you want
Money don't you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like 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 cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out your
Sucker for love, think you can fuck mcgruff?
Now listen
Gruff put your in a twister

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

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