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 [dmx barks in
Dmx (what? ) dmx, mcgruff, mcgruff, and canibus, baby.
Yeah, the pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw.
Its the uncut, raw we keep it raw. listen...

Niggas at ruff is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do is gon' catch up with us and kill us
Long as I this, motherfucker's head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and them dead to rot
Ruff ryders cut the shit up, raw keys
Like that crystal my last ? name is raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it
Only cause I know how you up to a nigga, from the ground
Running clown, you no better, ? a braveless heart?
? 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 nigga for lookin
Money, ? could never stop my slugs? from
Remember me, cause i'ma be there 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 fiend for this rap
Down south 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
one to stick 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 the fiends come back
Bucklin, dogs stay around for troublin
Eightball, up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, trippin
Victims who lie there die I be speakin, releasin
You me, are you worthy
To ride with the house and get down and dirty?

eightball]

Its the pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw
Baby 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? time to bubble and blow
If I spit this the back, have em clutchin they ? toes?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I 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, attack, sip don and cognac
Ain't me, my whole freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! and you! who the fuck 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 vocal tussle
please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can fuck with
Now listen
Gruff put your 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 glock
Then I take your title, nigga, fuck your
Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they call me canibus because I a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the same disease your mother got
Being a favorite me right before she was forced to pop
She came home at four o'clock, was shot, she was me on top
I the bitch to keep the door locked, I know your heating up hot
I touched the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
I you in the jaw-ops
You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I on niggas networks
You think that best works? you think you get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for cover I spit at you
A man-to-man zone iverson couldn't dribble through
Rapid syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
To keep me from killing you the lyrical
All you chief ampin ? answer? wreckin shit
See, what goes comes around, bitch