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 barks 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 ryders is the illest, baby
And shit we do today is gon' catch up with us and us
Long as I feel this, motherfucker's head is
Fucking lead is hot, and them dead to rot
Ruff ryders cut the shit up, raw keys
that crystal aching my last ? name is raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and gun it down
cause 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, they just put in the ground
Slugs ran out of him, so I must've put in a
At least! I gave it to another for lookin
Money, ? could never stop my from cookin
Remember me, cause i'ma be there they bury, you
Leave skeleton in the cemetery

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu
We wrap it up and smoke it, green
I'm a for this rap thing
Down hustiln' and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car chase through the
Fuck the police, I'm mad I'm going off that gritty
Frank ? nitty? got a mob to murder with me
Catch one to me, believe 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 fiends back
Bucklin, real dogs stay around for
Eightball, pick up the ball, when tricks 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 down and

eightball]

Its the uncut, raw, we keep it raw [2x]
Baby pure uncut, raw, we it raw
Its the pure uncut, raw, we 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 this from the back, have em clutchin they ?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I with my nose
shows, bad bitches 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, fuck that! and fuck you! who the fuck
you, you act like you want trouble
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's trying to tell me don't hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas away to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze till vocal tussle
please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, you, suck the shit out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can with mcgruff?
Now listen
Gruff put 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, with the rubber
Then I take your title, nigga, your spot
Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they call me canibus because I a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the same disease your mother got
Being a favorite 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 the door locked, I know your heating up hot
Because I touched the sure spot, you got defeated and
I you in the jaw-ops
You dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on niggas networks
You think that best works? you 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 gotta me with a mill or two
To keep me killing you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ? wreckin shit
See, what goes around around, bitch