Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut Remix

Dmx and canibus.
You know you heard 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 uncut, raw, we keep it raw.
Its the uncut, raw we keep it raw. listen...

Niggas at ruff ryders is the illest, baby
And shit we do today is catch up with us and kill us
Long as I this, motherfucker's head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and leave them to rot
Ruff ryders cut the shit up, raw keys
that crystal aching my last ? name is raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it
Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, 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 put in the ground
Slugs ran out of him, so I must've put in a
At least! I gave it to another for lookin
Money, ? never stop my slugs? from cookin
Remember me, cause be there when they bury, you
Leave 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 south and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car through the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm off that gritty
Frank ? got a mob down to murder with 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 come back
Bucklin, real stay around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, trippin
who lie there die when I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride the suave house and get down and dirty?

eightball]

Its the pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw
pure uncut, raw, we keep it raw
Its the pure uncut, raw, we it raw
(what? ) nigga, pure uncut, raw, we it raw

Yo; where the fuck is the dough? time to bubble and blow
If I spit this from the back, em clutchin they ? toes?
Once my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad 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
just me, my whole freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! and fuck you! who the you?
Touch you, you act like you trouble
Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me hustle
I gotta blow a couple, niggas 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, suck the shit out dick
Sucker for love, think you can with mcgruff?
Now mister
Gruff put your soul in a

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

Askin me for a
Now let me take it the top I touch your knot, with the rubber glock
Then I take your title, nigga, fuck spot
to the players who crush a lot, but they call me canibus because I bust a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the same transmitted disease mother got
Being a with me right before she was forced to pop
She came home at 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 the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
I punch you in the
You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I on niggas networks
You that best works? 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
Rapid syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
To keep me from you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ? answer? shit
See, goes around comes around, bitch