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*. Pure Uncut, *DMX
in background* 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 Ryders is the illest, baby gorillas
And we do today is gon' catch up with us and kill us
Long as I this, motherfucker's head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and leave dead to rot
Ryders cut the shit up, like raw keys
Like crystal aching my last ?name is Raheed?
It can niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down
cause I know 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 know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the ground
ran out of him, so I must've put in a pound
At least! I gave it to nigga for lookin
Money, ?could never stop my slugs? from
Remember me, cause I'ma be there they bury, you
your skeleton in the cemetery

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bum?
We it up and smoke it, sixty green
I'm a fiend for this rap
Down hustiln' and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car chase through the
Fuck the police, I'm mad I'm going off that gritty
Frank ?Nitty? got a mob down to murder me
Catch one to stick me, it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, back a stack and flip 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 tricks start
(vrooom) much room, cloud trippin
Victims who lie there die when I be speakin,
You me, are you worthy
To ride with the Suave House and get and dirty?

Chorus

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it
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 dough? its time to bubble and
If I spit this from the back, em clutchin they ?toes?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I with my nose
shows, bad bitches 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 army strapped
Aiyyo, that! And fuck you! Who the fuck you?
Touch you, you act you want trouble
don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me
don't
I gotta blow a couple, niggas away just to the muscle
Yo, I till your vocal tussle
please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out your
Sucker for love, think you can fuck with
Now listen
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 your knot, with the glock
Then I your title, nigga, fuck your spot
Peace to the players who a lot, but they call me Canibus because I bust
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 four o'clock, was shot, she was 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 and dropped
I you in the jaw-ops
You dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand 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 couldn't through
Rapid fire syllables, you bribe me with a mill or two
To keep me killing you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ?answer? wreckin
See, goes around comes around, bitch