Luyện nghe bài hát Pure Uncut (remix)

DMX McGruff and Canibus. You know where you it first. My man Cardin, G
Black, Ralph, Universal Records. Uh *all echoes*. Pure Uncut, Eightball
barks in 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' up with us and kill us
Long as I feel this, head is shot
Fucking lead is hot, and them dead to rot
Ruff Ryders cut the shit up, like raw
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 kids? I you God
And if you know, ask a nigga, that they just 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, ?could never stop my slugs? cookin
Remember me, cause I'ma be there when 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 smoke it, sixty
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 I'm going off that gritty
Frank ?Nitty? got a mob down to murder me
Catch one to me, believe it or not, I cripply
I rip thee, into a stack and flip it like a tech
uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back
Bucklin, real dogs stay for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks bumblin
Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud
Victims who lie there die I be speakin, releasin
You heard me, are you
To ride with the Suave House and get and dirty?

[Eightball]

Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it
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? its time to bubble and blow
If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin they
Once my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches my clothes
Yo I'm 'Gruff, thug beyond the speakers, beyond 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 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 trying to tell me
don't
I blow a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze your vocal tussle
Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the 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, Eightball and Tony Draper
Askin me for a
Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, with the glock
Then I take your title, nigga, your spot
Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they call me because I bust
a lot
You can suck my cock, and got the same transmitted your mother got
Being a favorite with me right before she was to pop
She home at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
I told the bitch to keep the door locked, I 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 stand on niggas
You think that best works? You you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, you run for cover when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone Allen couldn't dribble through
fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
To keep me from killing you the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin ?answer? wreckin
See, goes around comes around, bitch