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 *all echoes*. 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 Ruff Ryders is the illest, gorillas
And shit we do today is gon' up with us and kill us
Long as I feel this, motherfucker's is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and leave dead to rot
Ryders cut the shit up, like raw keys
Like that crystal my last ?name is Raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it
Only cause I how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
clown, you no better, than ?a braveless heart?
?For my I thank you God
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the
ran out of him, so I must've put in a pound
At least! I gave it to nigga for lookin
Money, ?could never stop my slugs? cookin
me, cause I'ma be there when they bury, you
Leave your skeleton in the

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu
We wrap it up and smoke it, green
I'm a for this 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 I'm going off that gritty
Frank ?Nitty? got a mob down to with me
one to stick me, believe it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and the fiends come back
Bucklin, real dogs around for troublin
Eightball, up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin
(vrooom) much room, cloud trippin
Victims who lie die when I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride the Suave House and get down and dirty?

[Eightball]

Its the Uncut, raw, we keep it raw*2X*
Baby 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 they ?toes?
smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad crunchin my clothes
Yo I'm 'Gruff, street beyond the speakers, beyond the rap
Man I'm on a car and my gat, attack, sip Don and Cognac
just me, my whole freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, that! And fuck you! Who the fuck you?
you, you act like you want trouble
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like to tell me
don't
I gotta blow a couple, niggas away 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 dick
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, with and Tony Draper
me for a favor
Now let me take it from the top I your knot, with the rubber glock
Then I your title, nigga, fuck your spot
Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they call me Canibus I bust
a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the same transmitted your mother got
Being a favorite me right before she was forced to pop
She came home at four o'clock, was shot, she was me on top
I told the bitch to the door locked, I know your heating up hot
Because I touched the 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 best works? You think you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, you run for cover when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone Allen Iverson couldn't dribble
fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
To keep me from killing you the lyrical
All you chief executives ?answer? wreckin shit
See, what around comes around, bitch