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 *all echoes*. Pure Uncut, Eightball
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 Ryders is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do today is gon' catch up us and kill us
Long as I feel this, motherfucker's is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and them dead to rot
Ruff Ryders cut the shit up, like raw
Like that aching my last ?name is Raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and gun it down
Only cause I know how you up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, than ?a braveless
?For my kids? I you God
And if you know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the ground
Slugs ran out of him, so I put in a pound
At least! I gave it to another for lookin
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 smoke it, sixty
I'm a fiend for this rap
Down South hustiln' and we all 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 stick me, believe it or not, I
I rip thee, into a stack and flip it like a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and the fiends come back
Bucklin, real dogs stay for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, trippin
Victims who lie die when I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride with the House and get down and dirty?

Chorus

Its the Uncut, raw, we keep it raw*2X*
Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we it raw
(What?) Nigga, Uncut, raw, we keep 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 my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches my clothes
Yo I'm 'Gruff, street beyond the speakers, beyond the rap
Man I'm on a car and my gat, swarm attack, sip Don and
Ain't me, my whole freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! And fuck you! Who the you?
Touch you, you act you want trouble
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I eat, that's like trying to tell me
hustle
I gotta a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze your vocal tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, you, suck the shit out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can fuck McGruff?
Now listen
Gruff put your soul in a

Just got off the payphone, on a three-way line, with and Tony Draper
me for a favor
Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, with the rubber
Then I take title, nigga, fuck your spot
Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they me Canibus because I bust
a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the transmitted disease your mother got
Being a favorite with me right 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 door locked, I know your up hot
I touched the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
I punch you in the
You talk dirt, you get thats how I stand on niggas networks
You think that best works? You think you get hurt?
The in you, makes you run for cover when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone Allen Iverson dribble through
Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me a mill or two
To keep me killing you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ?answer? wreckin shit
See, goes around comes around, bitch