Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut (remix)

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

Niggas at Ruff Ryders is the illest, gorillas
And shit we do today is gon' up with us and kill us
Long as I feel this, head is shot
lead is hot, and leave them dead to rot
Ruff Ryders cut the shit up, raw keys
Like crystal aching my last ?name is Raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it
Only cause I know how you 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, 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 never stop my slugs? cookin
Remember me, cause I'ma be when they 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 this rap
Down South hustiln' and we all about the
em up, mad face, car chase through the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm 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 flip it like a
uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back
Bucklin, real dogs stay for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud
who lie there die when I be speakin, releasin
You me, are you worthy
To ride with the House and get down and dirty?

[Eightball]

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it
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 bubble and
If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin they
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my
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 me, my whole freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! And fuck you! Who the fuck
Touch you, you act you want trouble
don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me
don't
I gotta blow a couple, niggas away just to the muscle
Yo, I squeeze till your tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out dick
Sucker for love, think you can fuck with
Now mister
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 take it from the top I touch your knot, the rubber glock
Then I take your title, nigga, your spot
Peace to the players who a lot, but they call me Canibus because I bust
a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the same disease your mother got
Being a with me right before she was forced to pop
She home at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
I told the bitch to keep the locked, I know your heating up hot
Because I touched the spot, you got defeated and dropped
I you in the jaw-ops
You talk dirt, you get dirt how I stand on niggas networks
You think that best works? You think you can't get
The bitch in you, makes you run for cover when I at you
A man-to-man Allen Iverson couldn't dribble through
Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a or two
To keep me from killing you with the
All you chief executives ampin ?answer? shit
See, what goes comes around, bitch