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, *DMX
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, gorillas
And we do today is gon' catch up with us and kill us
Long as I feel this, motherfucker's head is
lead is hot, and leave them dead to rot
Ruff Ryders cut the up, like raw keys
Like crystal aching my last ?name is Raheed?
It can niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down
Only I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, than ?a braveless
?For my kids? I you God
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the
ran out of him, so I must've put in a pound
At least! I gave it to another nigga for
Money, ?could never stop my slugs? 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 wrap it up and it, sixty green
I'm a for this rap thing
Down hustiln' and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car through the city
the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off that gritty
Frank ?Nitty? got a mob down to with me
one to stick me, believe it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, into a stack and flip it like a tech
uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back
Bucklin, real dogs stay for troublin
Eightball, up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) room, cloud trippin
Victims who lie die when I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To with the Suave House and get down and dirty?

[Eightball]

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we it raw*2X*
Pure 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 fuck is the dough? its time to and blow
If I this from the back, have em clutchin they ?toes?
smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck 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, swarm attack, sip Don and
Ain't just me, my whole army strapped
Aiyyo, that! And fuck you! Who the fuck you?
you, you act like you want trouble
Money don't know you, rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me
hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas 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, the shit out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can fuck with
Now listen
Gruff put your in a twister

Just got off the payphone, on a three-way line, with Eightball and Draper
me for a favor
Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, the rubber glock
Then I take your title, nigga, fuck spot
Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they call me Canibus I bust
a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the same transmitted disease your got
Being a favorite me right before 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 heating up hot
I touched the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
I punch you in the
You talk dirt, you get dirt how I stand on niggas networks
You think 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 zone Allen Iverson couldn't through
Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me a mill or two
To keep me from killing you the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ?answer? shit
See, what around comes around, bitch