Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut (remix)

DMX McGruff and Canibus. You know you heard it first. My man Cardin, G
Black, Ralph, Records. Uh *all echoes*. Pure Uncut, Eightball *DMX
barks in 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 Ruff is the illest, baby gorillas
And we do today is gon' catch up with us and kill us
Long as I feel this, head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and leave them to rot
Ruff Ryders cut the up, like raw keys
Like crystal aching my last ?name is Raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it
Only I know 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 they just put in the
Slugs ran out of him, so I must've put in a
At least! I gave it to another nigga for
Money, ?could never stop my from cookin
me, cause I'ma be there when they bury, you
Leave your 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 fiend for this rap
Down South and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car chase the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad I'm going off that gritty
?Nitty? 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 come back
Bucklin, real dogs stay for troublin
Eightball, up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, trippin
who lie there die when I be speakin, releasin
You me, are you worthy
To ride with the House and get down and dirty?

Chorus

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we it raw*2X*
Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we it raw
(What?) Nigga, Pure Uncut, raw, we it raw

Yo; where the fuck is the its time to bubble and blow
If I this from the back, have em clutchin they ?toes?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my
Perform shows, bad bitches my clothes
Yo I'm 'Gruff, thug 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 whole army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! And fuck you! Who the fuck
Touch you, you act you want trouble
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to me
hustle
I gotta a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze your vocal tussle
please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
Hoes to you, fuck you, suck 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 line, with Eightball and Tony Draper
Askin me for a
Now let me it from the top I touch your knot, with the rubber glock
Then I take your title, nigga, fuck your
Peace to the who crush a lot, but they call me Canibus because I bust
a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the same transmitted your mother got
Being a favorite with me right before she was to pop
She came at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
I the bitch to keep the door locked, I know your heating up hot
Because I touched the sure spot, you got and dropped
I you in the jaw-ops
You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on networks
You think that best works? You think you get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for cover when I at you
A man-to-man zone Allen Iverson couldn't dribble
Rapid fire syllables, you gotta me with a mill or two
To keep me from killing you with the
All you chief ampin ?answer? wreckin shit
See, what goes around comes around,