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 [dmx barks in
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 ryders is the illest, gorillas
And we do today is gon' catch up with us and kill us
Long as I this, motherfucker's head is shot
Fucking is hot, and leave them dead to rot
Ruff ryders cut the shit up, raw keys
Like that crystal aching my last ? is raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and gun it down
cause 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 know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the ground
Slugs ran out of him, so I put in a pound
At least! I it to another nigga for lookin
Money, ? could never stop my slugs? cookin
Remember me, cause i'ma be there when bury, you
your skeleton in the cemetery

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

[chorus

Its the uncut, raw, we keep it raw [2x]
Baby 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 to bubble and blow
If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin ? toes?
Once smoked my out, but now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad crunchin my clothes
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 you want trouble
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me don't
I blow a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze till your tussle
please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
Hoes to you, fuck you, suck the shit out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can fuck mcgruff?
Now mister
Gruff put your soul in a

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

me for a favor
Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, with the glock
Then I take title, nigga, fuck your spot
Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they call me because I bust a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the same transmitted disease your got
Being a favorite with me before she was forced to pop
She came at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
I the bitch to keep the door locked, I know your heating up hot
I touched the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
I you in the jaw-ops
You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I on niggas networks
You that best 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 allen iverson couldn't through
Rapid fire syllables, you bribe me with a mill or two
To keep me from killing you with the
All you chief ampin ? answer? wreckin shit
See, what goes comes around, bitch