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 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 with us and us
Long as I this, motherfucker's head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and leave dead to rot
ryders cut the shit up, like raw keys
Like that crystal my last ? name 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, ? a braveless heart?
? for my kids? I you god
And if you know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the ground
ran out of him, so I must've put in a pound
At least! I it to another nigga for lookin
Money, ? never stop my slugs? from cookin
Remember me, cause i'ma be there when bury, you
your skeleton in the cemetery

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu
We it up and smoke it, sixty green
I'm a for this rap thing
Down south hustiln' and we all about the
em up, mad face, car chase 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, back a stack and flip it like a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the come back
Bucklin, real dogs stay for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) room, cloud trippin
Victims who lie there die I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride the suave house and get down and dirty?

[chorus

Its the pure uncut, raw, we it raw [2x]
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? it's to bubble and blow
If I spit this from the back, have em they ? toes?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I with my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my
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 fuck you! who the you?
you, you act like you want trouble
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me don't
I gotta blow a couple, niggas 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, the shit out your dick
for love, think you can fuck with mcgruff?
Now mister
put your soul in a twister

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

Askin me for a
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 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 came at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding 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 dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on niggas networks
You that best 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 allen iverson couldn't dribble through
Rapid syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
To keep me killing you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ? answer? wreckin shit
See, goes around comes around, bitch