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*. Uncut, Eightball *DMX
barks in 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' catch up with us and us
Long as I feel this, motherfucker's is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and them dead to rot
Ruff Ryders cut the 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, than ?a heart?
my kids? I thank you God
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they put in the ground
Slugs ran out of him, so I must've put in a
At least! I gave it to nigga for lookin
Money, ?could never stop my slugs? 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 bu-bu
We wrap it up and smoke it, sixty
I'm a fiend for rap thing
Down South hustiln' and we all the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car through the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off that
Frank ?Nitty? got a mob to murder with me
Catch one to stick me, it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the come back
Bucklin, real dogs around for troublin
Eightball, up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud
who lie there die when I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride the Suave House and get down and dirty?

Chorus

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, Pure Uncut, raw, we it raw

Yo; where the fuck is the dough? its time to bubble and
If I spit from the back, have em clutchin they ?toes?
Once smoked my out, but now I fuck with my nose
shows, bad bitches 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 me, my whole freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! And you! Who the fuck you?
Touch you, you act like you trouble
don't know 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 you, fuck you, suck the shit out your dick
for love, think 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 touch your knot, the rubber glock
Then I take your title, nigga, fuck your
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 disease mother got
a favorite with me right before she was forced to pop
She came home at four o'clock, was shot, she was me on top
I the bitch to keep the door locked, I know your heating up hot
Because I the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
I you in the jaw-ops
You dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on niggas networks
You think that best You think you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, you run for cover when I spit at you
A zone Allen Iverson couldn't dribble through
Rapid syllables, you gotta 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 around comes around,