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,
[dmx barks 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 ruff ryders is the illest, gorillas
And we do today is gon' catch up with us and kill us
Long as I feel this, motherfucker's head is
Fucking lead is hot, and leave dead to rot
Ruff ryders cut the shit up, like raw
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
clown, you no better, than ? a braveless heart?
? 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 slugs? 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 wrap it up and smoke it, sixty
I'm a for this rap thing
Down south hustiln' and we all the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car chase the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad I'm going off that gritty
Frank ? nitty? got a mob down to 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, dogs stay around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud
Victims who lie there die I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride with the house and get down and dirty?

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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, pure uncut, raw, we it raw

Yo; the fuck is the dough? it's time to bubble and blow
If I spit from the back, have em clutchin they ? toes?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I with my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches my clothes
Yo I'm 'gruff, street thug the speakers, beyond 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 you?
Touch you, you act like you want
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me don't
I blow a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze till your vocal
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out your
Sucker for love, think you can fuck with
Now listen
Gruff put 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 knot, with the rubber glock
Then I take your title, nigga, fuck your
Peace to the players who a lot, but they call me canibus because I bust a lot
You can my cock, and got the same transmitted disease your mother got
Being a favorite with me 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 keep the door locked, I your heating up hot
Because I the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
I you in the jaw-ops
You talk dirt, you get dirt how I stand on niggas networks
You think that works? you think you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, you run for cover when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone allen iverson couldn't dribble
Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a or two
To keep me from you with the lyrical
All you executives ampin ? answer? wreckin shit
See, what goes comes around, bitch