Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut (remix)

DMX McGruff and Canibus. You know where you it first. My man Cardin, G
Black, Ralph, Records. Uh *all echoes*. Pure Uncut, Eightball *DMX
in background* 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 is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do today is gon' catch up us and kill us
Long as I feel this, motherfucker's is shot
lead is hot, and leave them dead to rot
Ruff cut the shit up, like raw keys
Like that crystal aching my last ?name is
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it
cause I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, than ?a braveless
?For my kids? I you God
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that just put in the ground
ran out of him, so I must've put in a pound
At least! I gave it to another nigga for
Money, never stop my slugs? from cookin
Remember me, cause be there when they bury, you
Leave your in the cemetery

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bum?
We wrap it up and smoke it, green
I'm a for this rap thing
South hustiln' 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 ?Nitty? got a mob to murder with me
Catch one to stick me, it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, back into a and flip it like a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the come back
Bucklin, dogs stay around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud
Victims who lie there die I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride with the Suave House and get down and

[Eightball]

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, Uncut, raw, we keep it raw

Yo; where the fuck is the dough? its time to bubble and
If I spit this the back, have em clutchin they ?toes?
Once 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, fuck that! And fuck you! Who the you?
Touch you, you act like you want
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like to tell me
hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze till your tussle
please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out dick
Sucker for love, think you can fuck McGruff?
Now mister
Gruff put 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 touch your knot, with the rubber
Then I take 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 favorite with me right before she was 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 the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
I you in the jaw-ops
You talk dirt, you get dirt how I stand on niggas networks
You think that best works? You you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for cover when I at you
A man-to-man zone Allen Iverson couldn't dribble
Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a or two
To keep me killing you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin wreckin shit
See, what around comes around, bitch