Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut Remix

Dmx and canibus.
You where you heard it first.
My man cardin, g black, ralph, records.
Uh [all echoes]. uncut,
Eightball [dmx in background]
Dmx (what? ) dmx, mcgruff, mcgruff, and canibus, baby.
Yeah, the pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw.
Its the pure uncut, raw we it raw. listen...

Niggas at ruff ryders is the illest, baby
And shit we do is gon' catch up with us and kill us
Long as I this, motherfucker's head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and them dead to rot
Ruff cut the shit up, like raw keys
Like that aching my last ? name is raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it
Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, from the
Running clown, you no better, ? a braveless heart?
? for my kids? I you god
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the
Slugs ran out of him, so I put in a pound
At least! I gave it to 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 bum?
We wrap it up and it, sixty green
I'm a fiend for rap thing
Down south hustiln' and we all the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car chase through the
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off gritty
Frank ? got a mob down 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
uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back
Bucklin, real dogs stay around for
Eightball, up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, trippin
Victims who lie there die I be speakin, releasin
You me, are you worthy
To ride with the suave house and get and dirty?

eightball]

Its the pure uncut, raw, we it raw [2x]
pure 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 time to and blow
If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin they ?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my
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 freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! and fuck you! who the you?
Touch you, you act like you trouble
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I eat, that's like trying to tell me don't hustle
I blow a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze your vocal 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 with
Now mister
Gruff put soul in a twister

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

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