Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut Remix

Dmx and canibus.
You where you heard it first.
My man cardin, g black, ralph, records.
Uh [all echoes]. 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 shit we do today is gon' catch up us and kill us
Long as I feel this, head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and them dead to rot
Ruff ryders cut the up, like raw keys
Like that aching my last ? 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 kids? I 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 it to another nigga for lookin
Money, ? could never stop my from cookin
Remember me, cause i'ma be there they bury, you
Leave your skeleton in the

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu
We it up and smoke it, sixty green
I'm a fiend for this rap
Down hustiln' and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car chase the city
the police, I'm mad plus I'm going 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 a tech
uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back
Bucklin, real dogs around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, them tricks start bumblin
(vrooom) much room, cloud trippin
Victims who lie there die I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride with the house and get down 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 this from the back, have em clutchin they ? toes?
Once smoked my out, but now I fuck 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 me, my whole freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! and you! who the fuck you?
Touch you, you act like you trouble
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I eat, that's like trying to tell me don't hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas just to show the muscle
Yo, I till your vocal tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to
Hoes to cuff you, you, suck the shit out your dick
for love, think you can fuck with mcgruff?
Now mister
Gruff put your soul in a

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

Askin me for a
Now let me take it from the top I 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 canibus because I a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the transmitted disease your mother got
Being a favorite with me right she was forced to pop
She came home at 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 touched the sure spot, you got defeated and
I you in the jaw-ops
You talk dirt, you get thats how I stand on niggas networks
You think that best works? you think you can't get
The bitch in you, you run for cover when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone iverson couldn't dribble through
fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
To me from killing you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ? wreckin shit
See, what around comes around, bitch