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 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' up with us and kill us
Long as I this, motherfucker's head is shot
Fucking is hot, and leave them dead to rot
Ruff Ryders cut the shit up, like raw
Like that crystal aching my last is Raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and gun it down
Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, the ground
clown, you no better, than ?a braveless heart?
?For my kids? I you God
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they put in the ground
Slugs ran out of him, so I put in a pound
At least! I it to another nigga for lookin
Money, ?could never stop my from cookin
Remember me, cause be there when they bury, you
Leave 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 rap thing
Down hustiln' and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car chase the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm off that gritty
Frank got a mob down to murder with me
Catch one to stick me, believe it or not, I
I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come
Bucklin, real dogs around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, them tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) room, cloud trippin
Victims who lie die when I be speakin, releasin
You me, are you worthy
To ride the Suave 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, Uncut, raw, we keep it raw

Yo; where the fuck is the dough? its to bubble and blow
If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin ?toes?
Once my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose
shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes
Yo I'm 'Gruff, thug beyond the speakers, beyond the rap
Man I'm on a car and my gat, swarm attack, sip Don and
just me, my whole freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, that! And fuck you! Who the fuck you?
you, you act like you want trouble
Money know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me
don't
I blow a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze till vocal tussle
please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out your
for love, think you can fuck with 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 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 Canibus because I
a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the transmitted 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 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 niggas
You think that best works? You you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone Allen couldn't dribble through
Rapid fire syllables, you gotta me with a mill or two
To keep me from you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ?answer? shit
See, goes around comes around, bitch