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
barks in 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 is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do today is gon' catch up us and kill us
as I feel this, motherfucker's head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and leave dead to rot
Ruff Ryders cut the shit up, raw keys
Like that aching my last ?name is Raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it
cause I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, than ?a heart?
?For my I thank you God
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, they just put in the ground
Slugs ran out of him, so I put in a pound
At least! I gave it to another nigga for
Money, ?could stop my slugs? from cookin
me, cause I'ma be there when they bury, you
Leave 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 the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car through the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad I'm going off that gritty
Frank got a mob down to murder with me
Catch one to stick me, it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends back
Bucklin, dogs stay around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud
who lie there die when I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride with the Suave and get down and dirty?

Chorus

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we it raw*2X*
Baby Pure Uncut, raw, we 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 bubble and
If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin they
Once smoked my out, but now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my
Yo I'm 'Gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, the rap
Man I'm on a car and my gat, attack, sip Don and Cognac
Ain't just me, my whole army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! And fuck you! Who the fuck
you, you act like you want trouble
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's trying to tell me
don't
I blow a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze till vocal tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out your
for love, think you can fuck with McGruff?
Now mister
put your soul in a twister

Just got off the payphone, on a line, with Eightball and Tony Draper
me for a favor
Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, the rubber glock
I take your title, nigga, fuck your spot
Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they call me because I bust
a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the same disease your mother 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 to keep the door locked, I know your heating up hot
Because I touched the sure spot, you got and dropped
I punch you in the
You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I 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 Iverson couldn't dribble through
fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
To keep me killing you with the lyrical
All you executives ampin ?answer? wreckin shit
See, what goes around comes around,