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 Ruff Ryders is the illest, baby
And shit we do is gon' catch up with us and kill us
Long as I feel this, head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and leave dead to rot
Ruff Ryders cut the shit up, like raw
Like that crystal 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, ?a braveless 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 another nigga for
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 bum?
We wrap it up and smoke it, green
I'm a fiend for this rap
Down South and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car chase through the
the police, I'm mad plus I'm going 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 a stack and flip it like a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the come back
Bucklin, real stay around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, trippin
Victims who lie die when I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride with the Suave House and get 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, Pure Uncut, raw, we it raw

Yo; where the fuck is the its time to bubble and blow
If I spit this from the back, em clutchin they ?toes?
smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose
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, attack, sip Don and Cognac
Ain't just me, my whole freakin strapped
Aiyyo, that! And fuck you! Who the fuck you?
Touch you, you act you want trouble
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to me
hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas away just to show the
Yo, I squeeze till your tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to
Hoes to you, fuck you, suck the shit out your dick
for love, think you can fuck with McGruff?
Now mister
put your soul in a twister

Just got off the payphone, on a line, with Eightball and Tony Draper
Askin me for a
Now let me take it from the top I touch knot, with the rubber glock
Then I take your title, nigga, fuck your
Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they me Canibus because I bust
a lot
You can my cock, and got the same transmitted disease your mother got
a favorite with 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 stand on niggas
You think that best You think you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for cover I spit at you
A zone Allen Iverson couldn't dribble through
Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a or two
To keep me from you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin wreckin shit
See, what goes around around, bitch