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*. Pure Uncut, Eightball
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 Ryders is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do today is gon' catch up with us and us
as I feel this, motherfucker's head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and them dead to rot
Ruff Ryders cut the shit up, raw keys
Like that crystal aching my last ?name is
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it
Only I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, than ?a braveless
my kids? I thank you God
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the
Slugs ran out of him, so I must've put in a
At least! I gave it to another for lookin
Money, ?could never stop my slugs? from
Remember me, cause I'ma be there they bury, you
Leave your in the cemetery

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu
We wrap it up and smoke it, green
I'm a fiend for this rap
Down South hustiln' and we all the cream
em up, mad face, car chase through the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad I'm going off that gritty
Frank ?Nitty? got a mob down to with me
Catch one to me, believe 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 come back
Bucklin, real dogs around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) room, cloud trippin
who lie there die when I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride with the Suave 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, Uncut, raw, we keep it raw

Yo; the fuck is the dough? its time to bubble and blow
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 crunchin my
Yo I'm 'Gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, the rap
Man I'm on a car and my gat, attack, sip Don and Cognac
Ain't just me, my freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! And fuck you! Who the you?
you, you act like you want trouble
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's trying to tell me
hustle
I blow a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze your 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, think you can fuck McGruff?
Now mister
Gruff put your soul in a

Just got off the payphone, on a line, with Eightball and Tony Draper
me for a favor
Now let me take it the top I touch your knot, with the rubber glock
Then I take title, nigga, fuck your spot
Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they call me Canibus because I
a lot
You can my cock, and got the same transmitted disease your mother got
Being a favorite with me right she was forced to pop
She came home at o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
I told the bitch to keep the door locked, I know heating up hot
Because I the sure spot, you got defeated 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 think you can't get
The bitch in you, makes you run for cover when I at you
A zone Allen Iverson couldn't dribble through
fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
To me from killing you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin wreckin shit
See, goes around comes around, bitch