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*. Uncut, Eightball *DMX
in background* DMX (What?) DMX, McGruff, McGruff, and Canibus, baby.
Yeah, its 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 them to rot
Ryders cut the shit up, like raw keys
Like that crystal aching my ?name is Raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it
Only cause I how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, ?a braveless heart?
?For my I thank you God
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that just put in the ground
Slugs ran out of him, so I must've put in a
At least! I gave it to another for lookin
Money, ?could never my slugs? from cookin
Remember me, cause I'ma be when 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 it, sixty green
I'm a for this rap thing
Down South 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 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 come back
Bucklin, real dogs stay around for
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks bumblin
(vrooom) much room, cloud trippin
Victims who lie there die when I be speakin,
You heard me, are you
To ride the Suave House and get down and dirty?

[Eightball]

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, Pure Uncut, raw, we it raw

Yo; where the fuck is the dough? its to bubble and blow
If I spit this from the back, have em 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 beyond the speakers, 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, fuck that! And you! Who the fuck you?
Touch you, you act you want trouble
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, like trying to tell me
hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas away just to show the
Yo, I squeeze your vocal tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can fuck McGruff?
Now mister
Gruff put soul 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 knot, with the rubber glock
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 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 locked, I know your heating up hot
Because I touched the sure spot, you got defeated and
I you in the jaw-ops
You dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on niggas networks
You think that best works? You think you get hurt?
The bitch in you, you run for cover when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone Allen couldn't dribble through
Rapid fire syllables, you bribe me with a mill or two
To keep me from killing you with the
All you chief ampin ?answer? wreckin shit
See, what around comes around, bitch