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, the pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw.
Its the uncut, raw we keep it raw. listen...

Niggas at ruff is the illest, baby gorillas
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 dead to rot
Ruff ryders cut the up, like raw keys
that crystal 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, ? 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 must've put in a
At least! I it to another nigga for lookin
Money, ? never stop my slugs? from cookin
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 bu-bu
We wrap it up and smoke it, 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
the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off that gritty
Frank ? got a mob down to murder with me
Catch one to stick me, believe it or not, I
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, pick up the ball, when them tricks start
Rumblin (vrooom) room, cloud trippin
Victims who lie die when I be speakin, releasin
You me, are you worthy
To ride the suave house and get down and dirty?

eightball]

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, pure uncut, raw, we it raw

Yo; where the fuck is the dough? time to bubble and blow
If I spit this the back, have em clutchin they ? toes?
smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad crunchin my clothes
Yo I'm 'gruff, street thug the speakers, beyond the rap
Man I'm on a car and my gat, swarm attack, sip don and
Ain't me, my whole freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, that! and fuck you! who the fuck you?
Touch you, you act like you trouble
don't 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 squeeze till vocal tussle
please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out dick
Sucker for love, you can fuck with mcgruff?
Now mister
Gruff put your in a twister

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

me for a favor
Now let me take it from the top I your knot, with the rubber glock
I take your title, nigga, fuck your 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 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 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 that best works? you think you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for cover I spit at you
A man-to-man zone allen 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 chief executives ? answer? wreckin shit
See, goes around comes around, bitch