Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut (remix)

DMX and Canibus. You know where you heard 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 Ruff is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do is gon' catch up with us and kill us
as I feel this, motherfucker's head is shot
Fucking is hot, and leave them dead to rot
Ruff Ryders cut the up, like raw keys
Like that aching my last ?name is Raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it
Only cause I know how you up to a nigga, from 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, they just put in the ground
Slugs ran out of him, so I put in a pound
At least! I it to another nigga for lookin
Money, ?could never stop my slugs? cookin
Remember me, cause 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 hustiln' and we all about the
Stick em up, mad face, car chase the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm 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 it like a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come
Bucklin, dogs stay around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, trippin
Victims who lie there die when I be speakin,
You me, are you worthy
To ride the Suave House and get down and dirty?

Chorus

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we it raw*2X*
Pure 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 is the dough? its time to bubble and blow
If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin ?toes?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches my clothes
Yo I'm 'Gruff, thug beyond the speakers, beyond the rap
Man I'm on a car and my gat, swarm attack, sip Don and
Ain't just me, my whole freakin army
Aiyyo, fuck that! And you! Who the fuck you?
Touch you, you act you want trouble
Money know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me
hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas away just to the muscle
Yo, I squeeze your vocal tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can fuck McGruff?
Now listen
Gruff put your soul in a

Just got off the payphone, on a three-way line, with Eightball and Tony
me for a favor
Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, with the glock
I take 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 my cock, and got the same transmitted disease your mother got
Being a with 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 keep the door locked, I your heating up hot
Because I touched the sure spot, you got and dropped
I you in the jaw-ops
You dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on niggas networks
You that best works? You think you can't get hurt?
The in you, makes you run for cover when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone Allen Iverson couldn't through
Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a or two
To keep me from killing you the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ?answer? wreckin
See, what goes around comes around,