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,
Eightball barks in background]
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 ryders is the illest, baby
And shit we do today is gon' up with us and kill us
Long as I feel this, motherfucker's is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and them dead to rot
Ruff ryders cut the shit up, raw keys
Like that aching my last ? name is raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and gun it down
Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, from the
clown, you no better, than ? a braveless heart?
? for my kids? I you god
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, they just put in the ground
ran out of him, so I must've put in a pound
At least! I it to another nigga for lookin
Money, ? could never stop my slugs? from
Remember me, cause i'ma be there when bury, you
Leave your skeleton in the

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu
We it up and smoke it, sixty green
I'm a for this rap thing
Down south and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car chase through the
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 a stack and flip it like a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the come back
Bucklin, real dogs around for troublin
Eightball, up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud
Victims who lie there die when I be speakin,
You heard me, are you
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 pure uncut, raw, we it raw
(what? ) nigga, pure uncut, raw, we 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 lungs out, but now I with my nose
Perform shows, bad crunchin 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 me, my whole freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! and fuck you! who the fuck
Touch you, you act like you trouble
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's trying to tell me don't hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas 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 shit out dick
Sucker for love, you can fuck with mcgruff?
Now mister
Gruff put soul in a twister

Just got off the payphone, on a line, with 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 me canibus because I bust a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the same transmitted disease mother got
Being a with me right before she was forced to pop
She home at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
I told the to keep the door locked, I know 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 on niggas networks
You think that best works? you think you get hurt?
The in you, makes you run for cover when I spit at you
A zone allen iverson couldn't dribble through
Rapid fire syllables, you bribe me with a mill or two
To me from killing you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ? answer? wreckin
See, goes around comes around, bitch