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,
[dmx barks in background]
Dmx (what? ) dmx, mcgruff, mcgruff, and canibus, baby.
Yeah, it's the pure uncut, raw, we 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 feel this, head is shot
Fucking is hot, and leave them dead to rot
Ruff ryders cut the shit up, raw keys
that crystal aching my last ? name is raheed?
It can niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down
Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, the ground
Running clown, you no better, ? a braveless heart?
? for my kids? I you god
And if you know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the ground
Slugs ran out of him, so I must've put in a
At least! I gave it to another for lookin
Money, ? could never stop my 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 wrap it up and smoke it, green
I'm a fiend for rap thing
Down 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
Frank ? nitty? got a mob down to with me
Catch one to stick me, it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, back into a and flip it like a tech
uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back
Bucklin, real dogs stay around for
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud
Victims who lie there die I be speakin, releasin
You me, are you worthy
To ride with the suave house and get and dirty?

[chorus

Its the pure uncut, raw, we it raw [2x]
Baby uncut, raw, we keep it raw
Its the uncut, raw, we keep it raw
(what? ) nigga, pure uncut, raw, we 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
shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes
Yo I'm 'gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, the rap
Man I'm on a car and my gat, attack, sip don and cognac
Ain't just me, my whole freakin strapped
Aiyyo, that! and fuck 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 a couple, niggas 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 out your dick
for love, think you can fuck with mcgruff?
Now listen
put your soul in a twister

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

me for a favor
Now let me it from the top I touch your knot, with the rubber glock
Then I take title, nigga, fuck your spot
Peace to the 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 door locked, I know your 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 niggas
You think that 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 iverson couldn't dribble through
Rapid fire syllables, you bribe me with a mill or two
To keep me killing you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ? wreckin shit
See, what goes comes around, bitch