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 ruff is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do is gon' catch up with us and kill us
Long as I feel this, motherfucker's is shot
Fucking is hot, and leave them dead to rot
Ruff ryders cut the shit up, like raw
Like that crystal aching my last ? is raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it
Only cause I how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
clown, you no better, than ? a braveless 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 another for lookin
Money, ? could never stop my 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 bu-bu
We wrap it up and smoke it, sixty
I'm a for this 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 plus I'm going off that
? nitty? got a mob down to murder with 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 bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, trippin
Victims who lie die when I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride with the suave and get down and dirty?

eightball]

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; the fuck is the dough? it's time to bubble and blow
If I spit this from the back, have em they ? toes?
Once smoked my 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, fuck that! and fuck you! who the fuck
you, you act like you want trouble
Money know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me don't hustle
I blow a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze your 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 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 take it the top I touch your knot, with the rubber glock
Then I take your title, nigga, your spot
to the players who crush a lot, but they call me canibus because I bust a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the same transmitted disease mother got
Being a favorite with me before she was forced to pop
She home at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
I the bitch to keep the door locked, I know your heating up hot
Because I the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
I punch you in the
You talk dirt, you get thats how I stand on niggas networks
You that best works? you think you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for cover when I at you
A man-to-man zone iverson couldn't dribble through
fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
To keep me from you with the lyrical
All you executives ampin ? answer? wreckin shit
See, what goes around comes around,