Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut (remix)

DMX McGruff and Canibus. You where you heard it first. My man Cardin, G
Black, Ralph, Records. Uh *all echoes*. Pure Uncut, Eightball *DMX
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 Ryders is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do today is gon' 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 shit up, raw keys
Like that crystal aching my last ?name is
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and gun it down
Only cause I how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, than ?a heart?
?For my kids? I you God
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they put in the ground
Slugs ran out of him, so I put in a pound
At least! I gave it to nigga for lookin
Money, ?could never stop my from cookin
Remember me, I'ma be there when they bury, you
Leave your in the cemetery

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu
We wrap it up and smoke it, sixty
I'm a for this rap thing
South hustiln' and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car chase the city
the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off that gritty
Frank got a mob down to murder with me
Catch one to me, believe it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a
uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back
Bucklin, real dogs stay around for
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud
Victims who lie there die I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride the Suave House and get down and dirty?

Chorus

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we 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 dough? its time to bubble and
If I spit this the back, have em clutchin they ?toes?
Once smoked my out, but now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my
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, that! And fuck you! Who the fuck you?
Touch you, you act like you want
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I eat, that's like trying to tell me
hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze till your tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, the shit out your dick
for love, think you can fuck with McGruff?
Now listen
put your soul in a twister

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 your knot, with the rubber glock
I take your title, nigga, fuck your spot
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
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 bitch to the door locked, I know your heating up hot
Because I touched the sure spot, you got defeated and
I you in the jaw-ops
You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on networks
You think that best works? You you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, you run for cover when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone Allen Iverson couldn't through
fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
To keep me from you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ?answer? wreckin
See, what goes comes around, bitch