Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut (remix)

DMX and Canibus. You know where 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 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
Long as I feel this, motherfucker's head is
Fucking lead is hot, and leave them to rot
Ruff Ryders cut the up, like raw keys
Like that crystal 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, from the
clown, you no better, than ?a braveless heart?
?For my I thank you God
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, they just put in the ground
ran out of him, so I must've put in a pound
At least! I it to another nigga for lookin
Money, ?could stop my slugs? from cookin
Remember me, cause I'ma be there when bury, you
Leave your skeleton in the

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
South hustiln' 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
one to stick me, believe it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, back into a and flip it like a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the come back
Bucklin, real dogs stay for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start
Rumblin (vrooom) room, cloud trippin
Victims who lie there die when I be speakin,
You heard me, are you
To ride with the Suave and get down and dirty?

[Eightball]

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it
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 dough? its time to bubble and
If I this from the back, have em clutchin they ?toes?
smoked 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 just me, my whole freakin strapped
Aiyyo, that! And fuck you! Who the fuck you?
Touch you, you act like you want
Money don't you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me
don't
I gotta blow a couple, niggas away to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze till your vocal
please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out dick
for love, think you can fuck with McGruff?
Now listen
Gruff put your in a twister

Just got off the payphone, on a three-way line, 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 your title, nigga, fuck your spot
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 transmitted disease your mother got
Being a favorite me right before she was forced to pop
She came at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
I told the bitch to keep the door locked, I know heating up hot
I touched 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 works? You think you can't get
The bitch in you, makes you run for when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone Allen Iverson couldn't through
Rapid fire syllables, you bribe me with a mill or two
To keep me from you with the lyrical
All you executives ampin ?answer? wreckin shit
See, what goes around around, bitch