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, the pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw.
Its the pure uncut, raw we 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 feel this, motherfucker's is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and them dead to rot
Ruff cut the shit up, like raw keys
Like that crystal my last ? name is raheed?
It can niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down
Only I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, than ? a 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 from cookin
me, cause i'ma be there when they bury, you
Leave your skeleton in the

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu
We wrap it up and smoke it, green
I'm a fiend for 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 stick me, believe it or not, I
I rip thee, back a stack and flip it like a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends back
Bucklin, dogs stay around for troublin
Eightball, up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud
who lie there die when I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To with the suave house and get down and dirty?

eightball]

Its the pure uncut, raw, we it raw [2x]
Baby pure uncut, raw, we 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 time to bubble and
If I spit this from the back, em clutchin they ? 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 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 got' eat, like trying to tell me don't hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas away just to show the
Yo, I till your vocal tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to
to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can with mcgruff?
Now mister
put your 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
Then I take your title, nigga, 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 your mother got
Being a with me right 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
Because I the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
I punch you in the
You talk dirt, you get dirt how I stand on niggas networks
You think that best works? you think you get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone iverson couldn't dribble through
fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
To me from killing you with the lyrical
All you chief ampin ? answer? wreckin shit
See, what goes comes around, bitch