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, it's the 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 today is gon' catch up us and kill us
Long as I feel this, motherfucker's head is
Fucking lead is hot, and leave dead to rot
Ruff cut the shit up, like raw keys
Like crystal aching my last ? name is raheed?
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and gun it down
Only cause I know how you 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 must've put in a
At least! I gave it to nigga for lookin
Money, ? could never my slugs? from cookin
Remember me, cause i'ma be there they bury, you
Leave your skeleton in the

Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu
We wrap it up and smoke it, green
I'm a for this rap thing
Down south hustiln' and we all about the
em up, mad face, car chase 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 stick me, believe it or not, I
I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it a tech
uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back
Bucklin, real stay around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, them tricks start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) room, cloud trippin
Victims who lie there die I be speakin, releasin
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 uncut, raw, we keep it raw
(what? ) nigga, uncut, raw, we keep it raw

Yo; where the fuck is the dough? it's time to bubble and
If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin they ?
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my
Perform shows, bad bitches 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 freakin army strapped
Aiyyo, fuck that! and fuck you! who the fuck
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 away just to show the
Yo, I squeeze till your vocal
please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, you, suck the shit out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can fuck mcgruff?
Now mister
Gruff put your in a twister

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

Askin me for a
Now let me take it from the top I your knot, with the rubber 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 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 o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
I told the bitch to keep the door locked, I know 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 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 zone allen iverson couldn't dribble
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? shit
See, what around comes around, bitch