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,
Eightball [dmx in background]
Dmx (what? ) dmx, mcgruff, mcgruff, and canibus, baby.
Yeah, it's the uncut, raw, we keep it raw.
Its the pure uncut, raw we it raw. listen...

Niggas at ruff is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do is gon' catch 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 shit up, raw keys
Like that crystal aching my last ? name is
It can niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down
Only cause I 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, they just 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? cookin
Remember me, cause i'ma be there they bury, you
Leave your in the cemetery

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 hustiln' and we all about the
Stick em up, mad face, car through the city
the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off that gritty
Frank ? nitty? got a mob down to murder 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 fiends back
Bucklin, real dogs around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, trippin
Victims who lie there die when I be speakin,
You heard me, are you
To ride with the house and get down and dirty?

[chorus

Its the pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw
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 is the dough? it's time to bubble and blow
If I spit from the back, have 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 freakin army
Aiyyo, that! and fuck you! who the fuck you?
Touch you, you act like you trouble
Money don't know you, rub you, I got' 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 till vocal tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can fuck mcgruff?
Now listen
Gruff put your soul in a

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
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 suck my cock, and got the same disease your mother got
Being a favorite with me right before she was to pop
She came 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 and dropped
I you in the jaw-ops
You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on niggas
You think best works? you think you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for cover I spit at you
A man-to-man zone allen couldn't dribble through
Rapid fire syllables, you bribe me with a mill or two
To keep me from killing you with the
All you chief ampin ? answer? wreckin shit
See, what goes around comes around,