Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut Remix

Dmx and canibus.
You know where you it first.
My man cardin, g black, ralph, records.
Uh echoes]. pure uncut,
Eightball barks in background]
Dmx (what? ) dmx, mcgruff, mcgruff, and canibus, baby.
Yeah, it's the pure uncut, raw, we it raw.
Its the pure uncut, raw we it raw. listen...

Niggas at ruff ryders is the illest, gorillas
And shit we do today is gon' catch up with us and us
Long as I feel this, motherfucker's head is
lead is hot, and leave them dead to rot
Ruff ryders cut the up, like raw keys
Like that crystal aching my ? name is raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it
Only I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, than ? a heart?
? for my I thank you god
And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they 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, ? could stop my slugs? from cookin
Remember me, i'ma be there when they bury, you
your skeleton in the cemetery

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu
We wrap it up and it, sixty green
I'm a for this rap thing
Down south hustiln' and we all about the
Stick em up, mad face, car through the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm off that gritty
Frank ? nitty? got a mob down to with me
Catch one to me, believe it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, into a stack and flip it like a tech
Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come
Bucklin, real dogs stay for troublin
Eightball, up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin
(vrooom) much room, cloud trippin
Victims who lie there die when I be speakin,
You heard me, are you
To ride with the house and get down and dirty?

eightball]

Its the uncut, raw, we keep it raw [2x]
pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw
Its the pure uncut, raw, we it raw
(what? ) nigga, pure uncut, raw, we it raw

Yo; the fuck is the dough? it's time to bubble and blow
If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin ? toes?
Once smoked my out, but now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad crunchin my clothes
Yo I'm 'gruff, street thug 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 strapped
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 like trying to me don't hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze till your vocal
please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, the shit out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can fuck mcgruff?
Now mister
Gruff put your soul in a

Just got off the payphone, on a three-way line, with and tony draper

Askin me for a
Now let me it from the top I touch your knot, with the rubber glock
Then I take your title, nigga, fuck spot
Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they me canibus because I bust a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the same transmitted your mother got
Being a favorite me right before she was forced to pop
She home at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
I told the bitch to keep the 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 how I stand on niggas networks
You that best works? you think you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for cover when I at you
A man-to-man allen iverson couldn't dribble through
Rapid fire syllables, you gotta me with a mill or two
To keep me killing you with the lyrical
All you chief ampin ? answer? wreckin shit
See, what goes around comes around,