Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut (remix)

DMX and Canibus. You know where you heard it first. My man Cardin, G
Black, Ralph, Universal Records. Uh *all echoes*. Pure Uncut, *DMX
in background* 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 Ruff is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do today is gon' catch up with us and us
as I feel this, motherfucker's head is shot
Fucking is hot, and leave them dead to rot
Ruff Ryders cut the up, like raw keys
Like that crystal aching my last ?name is
It can happen niggas, dog keys, and gun it down
Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, the ground
Running clown, you no better, than ?a heart?
my kids? 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 it to another nigga for lookin
Money, ?could stop my slugs? from cookin
Remember me, cause I'ma be when they bury, you
Leave 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
South hustiln' and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car chase through the
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off gritty
Frank ?Nitty? got a mob to murder with me
Catch one to me, believe 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 fiends come
Bucklin, dogs stay around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them start bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, trippin
Victims who lie die when I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride with the House and get down and dirty?

Chorus

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; where the fuck is the dough? its time to and blow
If I spit from the back, have em clutchin they ?toes?
smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my
Yo I'm 'Gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, the rap
Man I'm on a car and my gat, swarm attack, sip Don and
Ain't just me, my whole 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 to tell me
don't
I gotta blow a couple, niggas away just to 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 with McGruff?
Now listen
Gruff put your soul in a

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 touch your knot, with the rubber
Then I take your title, nigga, your 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 your 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 the bitch to keep the door locked, I know your heating up hot
Because I touched the sure spot, you got and dropped
I punch you in the
You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on niggas
You think that works? You think you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone Allen couldn't dribble through
Rapid fire syllables, you bribe me with a mill or two
To keep me from killing you the lyrical
All you chief executives ?answer? wreckin shit
See, what goes around comes around,