Luyện nghe bài hát Uncut Raw

No for Lato's, pure straight out Bolivia
Peru, uncut baby,

Life is a struggle, that's why I know stay on the juggle
hustle to double, others hug you to mug you
Poverty-stricken, they even a church kid into stickin
It seems sickenin, but Whatever makes the pockets thickin
Fuck and no remorse for the beasts
lost on the streets, that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece
Some sheep, runnin thru strips, thinkin of top dealers
Fillin Tek clips, wit 'cop killers' could stop gorillas
Shovin a in buttholes, I'm nutso
skitzo, clepto, killin up throughout the metro
My thug essence always keep me plugged with drug investments
Sketch my reference, takin papers considered
And violations will lead to kidnappin,
So what you're facin, is realism that's in
Livin off with five honeys playin my hand
Me and fam, off Guinness stout and eatin clams
It's all of plans, a vet chillin in Tamps, West and Stans
Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and

What? For my niggas (Uncut)
niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas

This is as, pure as opium, purified for street to open em
space, like three els with coke in em
Shots em, fake uniform takes the portion of
six trips, to young clips and coachin em
However though, fake ass niggas'll know
Cos my method's perfected, I'm movin sceptic and never
I'm to blow, stack doe, lay on the low
While I'm sippin Cristal, I mess with Long and Moe
A part of nature, me acres in Jamaica
exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
So exhale, cos if I don't to tell
fuck it, if well, I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell

So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and sellers
What the fuck cats can tell us if they ain't got to bail us?
to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul
>From the connivers to the livest, they crack
It's all war, the streets are filled up guns galore
Plenty young for war, their minds flunked and sore
Yo dun, the 4.....

Motherfuckers think playin, back em down
Holdin niggas for stitches, what? What?