Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut (remix)

DMX and Canibus. You know where you heard 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 Ryders cut the shit up, like raw
that crystal aching my last ?name is Raheed?
It can niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down
Only cause I how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, than ?a braveless
?For my 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 put in a pound
At least! I gave it to another nigga for
Money, ?could never stop my slugs? from
Remember me, cause I'ma be there when bury, you
your skeleton in the cemetery

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bum?
We wrap it up and it, sixty green
I'm a fiend for rap thing
South hustiln' and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car through the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off gritty
Frank ?Nitty? got a mob down to murder me
one to stick me, believe it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends back
Bucklin, real stay around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, 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 with the Suave and get down 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, 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?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my
shows, bad bitches crunchin 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 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 gotta blow a couple, away just to show the muscle
Yo, I till your vocal tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, the shit out your dick
for love, think you can fuck with McGruff?
Now mister
Gruff put your soul in a

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 your knot, with the rubber glock
I take your title, nigga, fuck your spot
Peace to the players who crush a lot, but call 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 to keep the door locked, I know your heating up hot
Because I touched the sure spot, you got defeated and
I punch you in the
You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I on niggas networks
You think that best 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 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 ?answer? shit
See, what goes comes around, bitch