Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut Remix

Dmx and canibus.
You know where you it first.
My man cardin, g black, ralph, records.
Uh [all echoes]. uncut,
[dmx 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 ryders is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do today is gon' catch up with us and us
Long as I this, motherfucker's head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and them dead to rot
Ruff ryders cut the up, like raw keys
Like that aching my last ? name is raheed?
It can niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down
Only I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, than ? a braveless
? for my kids? I you god
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, they just 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? from
Remember me, cause i'ma be when they bury, you
Leave skeleton in the cemetery

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 through the city
the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off that gritty
Frank ? nitty? got a mob down to murder me
Catch one to stick me, it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, back a stack and flip it like a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends back
Bucklin, real dogs stay around for
Eightball, up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) room, cloud trippin
Victims who lie die when 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 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 spit this the back, have em clutchin they ? toes?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches 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
Ain't just me, my whole freakin army
Aiyyo, fuck that! and fuck you! who the fuck
Touch you, you act you want trouble
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I eat, that's like trying to tell me don't hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas away to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze till vocal tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out dick
for love, think you can fuck with mcgruff?
Now mister
Gruff put soul in a twister

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

Askin me for a
Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, with the rubber
Then I take your title, nigga, fuck spot
Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they call me canibus 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 home at four o'clock, was shot, she was me on top
I told the bitch to keep the door locked, I know heating up hot
Because I touched the sure spot, you got and dropped
I punch you in the
You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I on niggas networks
You think best works? you think you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for cover I spit at you
A zone allen iverson couldn't dribble through
Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me a mill or two
To me from killing you with the lyrical
All you executives ampin ? answer? wreckin shit
See, what goes comes around, bitch