Luyện nghe bài hát Uncut Raw

No need for Lato's, pure out Bolivia
Peru, baby, what?

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

What? For my Height (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 awoken em, fake uniform takes the of
six trips, to young and killers coachin em
However though, ass niggas'll never 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 wan' in Jamaica
Puffin exotic trees seeds rolled up in leaf paper
So exhale, cos if I live to tell
then fuck it, if well, I'll see the rest of niggas in hell

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

think we're playin, back em down
Holdin niggas for stitches, what? What?