Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut Remix

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

Niggas at ruff ryders is the illest, baby
And we do today is gon' catch up with us and kill us
Long as I feel this, motherfucker's is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and leave them to rot
Ruff ryders cut the shit up, like raw
Like that crystal aching my last ? is raheed?
It can niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down
Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, from the
clown, you no better, than ? a braveless heart?
? for my I thank 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 another for lookin
Money, ? could never my slugs? from cookin
Remember me, cause i'ma be there they bury, you
Leave your skeleton in the

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

eightball]

Its the pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw
Baby pure uncut, raw, we it raw
Its the pure uncut, raw, we it raw
(what? ) nigga, pure uncut, raw, we it raw

Yo; the fuck is the dough? it's time to bubble and blow
If I spit this from the back, have em they ? toes?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck 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, attack, sip don and cognac
Ain't just me, my whole army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! and you! who the fuck you?
Touch you, you act like you want
Money know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me don't hustle
I gotta blow a couple, away just to show the muscle
Yo, I till 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 soul in a twister

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

Askin me for a
Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, with the glock
Then I take your title, nigga, fuck your
to the players who crush a lot, but they call me canibus because I bust a lot
You can my cock, and got the same transmitted disease your mother got
Being a favorite with me right before she was to pop
She came at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
I told the bitch to the door 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 how I stand on niggas networks
You think that best works? you think you get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for when I spit at you
A zone allen iverson couldn't dribble through
fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
To me from killing you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ? answer? wreckin
See, what goes around comes around,