Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut (remix)

DMX McGruff and Canibus. You know you heard it first. My man Cardin, G
Black, Ralph, Universal Records. Uh *all echoes*. Pure Uncut, Eightball
in background* DMX (What?) DMX, McGruff, McGruff, and Canibus, baby.
Yeah, its the Uncut, raw, we keep it raw. Its the Pure Uncut, raw we
it raw. Listen...

Niggas at Ruff Ryders is the illest, baby
And shit we do today is gon' catch up with us and us
Long as I feel this, motherfucker's head is
Fucking lead is hot, and leave dead to rot
Ruff Ryders cut the up, like raw keys
Like that crystal aching my last ?name is
It can niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down
cause I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, than ?a 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 nigga for lookin
Money, ?could never my slugs? from cookin
Remember me, cause I'ma be there when bury, you
Leave your in the cemetery

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bum?
We it up and smoke it, sixty green
I'm a fiend for rap thing
Down South hustiln' and we all about the
Stick em up, mad face, car through the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm off that gritty
Frank got a mob down to murder with me
Catch one to me, believe it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, back into a stack and it like a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends back
Bucklin, real dogs around for troublin
Eightball, up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud
Victims who lie there die when I be speakin,
You me, are you worthy
To ride with the Suave House and get down and

[Eightball]

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it
Baby Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
Its the Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
(What?) Nigga, Pure Uncut, raw, we it raw

Yo; where the is the dough? its time 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
shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes
Yo I'm 'Gruff, street beyond the speakers, beyond the rap
Man I'm on a car and my gat, attack, sip Don and Cognac
Ain't just me, my freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, that! And fuck you! Who the fuck 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 me
hustle
I blow a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle
Yo, I till your vocal tussle
please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can fuck McGruff?
Now listen
Gruff put your in a twister

Just got off the payphone, on a three-way line, Eightball and Tony Draper
Askin me for a
Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, with the rubber
I take your title, nigga, fuck your spot
Peace to the who crush 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 right she was forced to pop
She home at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
I told the to keep the door locked, I know your heating up hot
Because I touched the spot, you got defeated and dropped
I punch you in the
You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I on niggas networks
You that best works? You think you can't get hurt?
The in you, makes you run for cover when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone Allen couldn't dribble through
Rapid syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
To me from killing you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ?answer? shit
See, goes around comes around, bitch