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 echoes*. Pure Uncut, Eightball *DMX
barks in 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 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 them dead to rot
Ruff cut the shit up, like raw keys
Like crystal aching my last ?name is Raheed?
It can niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down
Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, 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 put in the ground
ran out of him, so I must've put in a pound
At least! I gave it to another for lookin
Money, ?could never my slugs? from cookin
Remember me, cause I'ma be there they bury, you
your 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 fiend for rap thing
Down South and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car chase through the
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, back into a stack and flip it a tech
uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back
Bucklin, real dogs stay for troublin
Eightball, up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud
Victims who lie there die I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride with the Suave House and get down and

[Eightball]

Its the Uncut, raw, we keep 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 is the dough? its time to bubble and blow
If I spit this from the back, have em they ?toes?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I with my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my
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 just me, my freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! And fuck you! Who the fuck
you, you act like you want trouble
Money don't you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me
don't
I gotta a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze till your vocal
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out your
Sucker for love, you can fuck with McGruff?
Now listen
put your soul in a twister

Just got off the payphone, on a three-way line, Eightball and Tony Draper
me for a favor
Now let me take it from the top I your knot, with 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 transmitted your mother got
Being a favorite with me right before she was 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
Because I the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
I punch you in the
You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on niggas
You think that best You think you can't get hurt?
The in you, makes you run for cover when I spit at you
A man-to-man Allen Iverson 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 executives ampin ?answer? shit
See, what goes around comes around,