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,
[dmx barks 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 lead is hot, and them dead to rot
Ruff ryders cut the shit up, raw keys
Like that crystal aching my ? name is raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it
Only cause I know how you 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
Slugs ran out of him, so I must've put in a
At least! I gave it to another for lookin
Money, ? could stop my slugs? from cookin
Remember me, i'ma be there when they bury, you
Leave your in the cemetery

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bum?
We wrap it up and it, sixty green
I'm a fiend for rap thing
Down south and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car chase the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off gritty
Frank ? got a mob down 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, real dogs stay for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) room, cloud trippin
Victims who lie there die I be speakin, releasin
You me, are you worthy
To ride the suave house and get down and dirty?

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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, pure uncut, raw, we it raw

Yo; where the is the dough? it's time to bubble and blow
If I spit this from the back, have em they ? toes?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I 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 strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! and fuck you! who the fuck
Touch you, you act like you trouble
Money don't you, don't 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 till your vocal tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out your
Sucker for love, you can fuck with mcgruff?
Now mister
put your soul in a twister

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 your knot, the rubber glock
Then I take your title, nigga, fuck 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 favorite with me right 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 locked, I know your heating up hot
Because I touched the sure spot, you got and dropped
I punch you in the
You dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on niggas networks
You that best works? you think you can't get hurt?
The in you, makes 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 with a or two
To keep me from killing you the lyrical
All you chief ampin ? answer? wreckin shit
See, what goes around comes around,