Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut Remix

Dmx and canibus.
You know where you it first.
My man cardin, g black, ralph, records.
Uh echoes]. pure uncut,
Eightball [dmx 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 ryders 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 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 niggas, dog keys, and still 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 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 put in a pound
At least! I gave it to nigga for lookin
Money, ? could never stop my slugs? from
Remember me, cause i'ma be there they bury, you
Leave skeleton in the cemetery

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bum?
We it up and smoke it, sixty green
I'm a fiend for this rap
south hustiln' and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car through the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off gritty
Frank ? nitty? got a mob down to with me
Catch one to me, believe it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends back
Bucklin, dogs stay around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, trippin
Victims who lie there die I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride the suave house and get down and dirty?

[chorus

Its the uncut, raw, we keep it raw [2x]
Baby pure uncut, raw, we it raw
Its the pure uncut, raw, we 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 this from the back, have em clutchin they ? toes?
Once my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my
Yo I'm 'gruff, street thug 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 army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! and fuck you! who the you?
Touch you, you act like you want
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I eat, that's like trying to tell me don't hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas away to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze your vocal tussle
please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, the shit out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can fuck with
Now listen
put your soul in a twister

Just got off the payphone, on a line, with eightball and tony draper

Askin me for a
Now let me it from the top I touch your knot, with the rubber glock
Then I take your title, nigga, fuck spot
Peace to the who crush a lot, but they call me canibus because I bust a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the same disease your mother got
Being a favorite 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 bitch to keep the door locked, I your heating up hot
Because I touched the spot, you got defeated and dropped
I punch you in the
You talk dirt, you get thats how I stand on niggas networks
You think that best works? you think you get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for cover when I at you
A man-to-man allen iverson couldn't dribble through
Rapid syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
To keep me from you with the lyrical
All you chief ampin ? answer? wreckin shit
See, what goes around comes around,