Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut Remix

Dmx and canibus.
You know you heard 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, the pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw.
Its the uncut, raw we keep it raw. listen...

Niggas at ryders is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do today is catch up with us and kill us
Long as I feel this, motherfucker's is shot
lead 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 niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down
Only cause I know how you up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, than ? a braveless
? for my I thank you god
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they put in the ground
ran out of him, so I must've put in a pound
At least! I gave it to nigga for lookin
Money, ? could never stop my from cookin
Remember me, cause i'ma be there they bury, you
your skeleton 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 fiend for rap thing
Down south 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
? nitty? got a mob down to murder with me
Catch one to stick me, believe it or not, I
I rip thee, back into a and flip it like a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and the fiends come back
Bucklin, real dogs around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start
(vrooom) much room, cloud trippin
Victims who lie there die when I be speakin,
You heard me, are you
To ride with the suave house and get and dirty?

[chorus

Its the pure uncut, raw, we 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 fuck is the dough? it's time to bubble and
If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin they ?
Once smoked my out, but now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my
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 just me, my whole freakin army
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, that's like to tell me don't hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas away just to show the
Yo, I squeeze till your vocal
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, the shit out your dick
Sucker for love, you can fuck with mcgruff?
Now listen
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 touch your knot, with the glock
Then I take your title, nigga, fuck your
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 transmitted disease your got
Being a favorite with me before she was forced to pop
She came home at four o'clock, was shot, she was me on top
I told the bitch to keep the door locked, I know heating up hot
Because I touched the sure spot, you got and dropped
I you in the jaw-ops
You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on networks
You think that best works? you think you can't get
The bitch in you, makes you run for 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 keep me from killing you the lyrical
All you chief ampin ? answer? wreckin shit
See, what around comes around, bitch