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,
[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 ruff is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do today is gon' up with us and kill us
as I feel this, motherfucker's head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and leave dead to rot
Ruff ryders cut the up, like raw keys
Like that crystal aching my last ? name is
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it
Only cause I know how you 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 just put in the
ran out of him, so I must've put in a pound
At least! I gave it to another for lookin
Money, ? could never stop my slugs? cookin
me, cause i'ma be there 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 it, sixty green
I'm a fiend for this rap
Down south hustiln' and we all the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car chase the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad I'm going off that gritty
Frank ? nitty? got a mob down to with me
Catch one to stick me, it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, into a stack and flip it like a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the 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 die when I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To with the suave house and get down and dirty?

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Its the pure uncut, raw, we it raw [2x]
Baby uncut, raw, we keep it raw
Its the pure uncut, raw, we it raw
(what? ) nigga, uncut, raw, we keep it raw

Yo; the fuck is the dough? it's time to bubble and blow
If I spit from the back, have em clutchin they ? toes?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I with my nose
Perform shows, bad crunchin my clothes
Yo I'm 'gruff, thug 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 freakin army
Aiyyo, fuck that! and you! who the fuck 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 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
Sucker for love, you can fuck with mcgruff?
Now listen
put your soul 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 touch knot, with the rubber glock
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 suck my cock, and got the same transmitted disease your got
Being a favorite with me before she was forced to pop
She came home at o'clock, was shot, she was riding 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 and dropped
I punch you in the
You talk dirt, you get thats how I stand on niggas networks
You think that works? you think you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, you run for cover when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone iverson couldn't dribble through
Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a or two
To keep me killing you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ? answer? wreckin
See, what goes comes around, bitch