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 Ruff Ryders is the illest, baby
And shit we do today is gon' up with us and kill us
Long as I this, motherfucker's head is shot
lead is hot, and leave them dead to rot
Ruff cut the shit up, like raw keys
Like that crystal aching my ?name is Raheed?
It can niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down
Only cause I how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, than ?a braveless
?For my kids? I 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 nigga for lookin
Money, ?could never my slugs? from cookin
Remember me, cause I'ma be there they bury, you
Leave your skeleton in the

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bum?
We wrap it up and smoke it, sixty
I'm a for this rap thing
Down South and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car through the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm off that gritty
Frank ?Nitty? got a mob down to with me
Catch one to stick me, it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, into a stack and flip it like a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends back
Bucklin, real dogs stay around for
Eightball, pick up the ball, them tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) room, cloud trippin
Victims who lie there die when I be speakin,
You heard me, are you
To ride the Suave House and get down and dirty?

Chorus

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it
Baby Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we it raw
(What?) Nigga, Pure Uncut, raw, we it raw

Yo; the fuck is the dough? its time to bubble and blow
If I spit this the back, have em clutchin they ?toes?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my
Perform shows, bad crunchin my clothes
Yo I'm 'Gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, the rap
Man I'm on a car and my gat, swarm attack, sip Don and
Ain't just me, my whole army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! And you! Who the fuck you?
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
hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze till vocal tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to
Hoes to cuff you, you, suck the shit out your dick
Sucker for love, you can fuck with McGruff?
Now listen
Gruff put your in a twister

Just got off the payphone, on a line, with Eightball and Tony Draper
me for a favor
Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, with the glock
Then I take your title, nigga, fuck spot
Peace to the players who crush a lot, but call me Canibus because I bust
a lot
You can my cock, and got the same 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 your up hot
I touched the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
I you in the jaw-ops
You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I on niggas networks
You think that best works? You think you get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for 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 executives ampin ?answer? wreckin shit
See, what goes comes around, bitch