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 uncut, raw we keep it raw. listen...

Niggas at ruff ryders is the illest, gorillas
And shit we do today is gon' catch up with us and us
Long as I feel this, head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and leave them to rot
ryders cut the shit up, like raw keys
Like crystal aching my last ? name is raheed?
It can niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down
Only cause I know how you up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, ? a braveless heart?
? for my I thank you god
And if you know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the ground
Slugs ran out of him, so I must've put in a
At least! I gave it to nigga for lookin
Money, ? could stop my slugs? from cookin
Remember me, cause 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 it, sixty green
I'm a fiend for rap thing
south hustiln' and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car through the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad I'm going off that gritty
? nitty? got a mob down to murder with me
Catch one to stick me, 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 come back
Bucklin, dogs stay around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start
(vrooom) much room, cloud 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 uncut, raw, we keep 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 the back, have em clutchin they ? toes?
smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches my clothes
Yo I'm 'gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, the rap
Man I'm on a car and my gat, attack, sip don and cognac
Ain't me, my whole freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, that! and fuck you! who the fuck you?
Touch you, you act like you want
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's trying to tell me don't hustle
I blow a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze till your vocal
please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can with mcgruff?
Now listen
Gruff put your soul in a

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

me for a favor
Now let me it from the top I touch your knot, with the rubber glock
Then I take title, nigga, fuck 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 transmitted disease your mother got
a favorite with me right before she was forced to pop
She came at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
I told the bitch to keep the door locked, I know your up hot
Because I the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
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 bitch in you, makes you run for when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone allen iverson couldn't through
Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me a mill or two
To keep me from you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ? wreckin shit
See, what goes comes around, bitch