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

Niggas at ruff is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do today is gon' catch up us and kill us
Long as I this, motherfucker's head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and leave them to rot
ryders cut the shit up, like raw keys
Like that crystal aching my last ? is raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and 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 kids? I 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, ? never stop my slugs? 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 bum?
We wrap it up and smoke it, green
I'm a fiend for rap thing
Down 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 off that gritty
Frank ? nitty? got a mob down to murder me
one to stick me, believe it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a
uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back
Bucklin, dogs stay around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, trippin
Victims who lie there die I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride with the suave house and get and dirty?

[chorus

Its the pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw
Baby 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? time to bubble and blow
If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin ? toes?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my
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, swarm attack, sip don and
Ain't just me, my freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! and fuck you! who the you?
Touch you, you act you want 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 squeeze till vocal tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and to bubble
to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can fuck mcgruff?
Now listen
Gruff put soul in a twister

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

me for a favor
Now let me take it from the top I touch knot, with the rubber glock
Then I your title, nigga, fuck your spot
Peace to the players who crush a lot, but call me canibus because I bust a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the transmitted 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 you in the jaw-ops
You talk dirt, you get 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 fire syllables, you gotta bribe me a mill or two
To keep me killing you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ? answer? shit
See, what goes comes around, bitch