Luyện nghe bài hát Uncut Raw

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

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

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

This is as, pure as opium, for street players to open em
space, three els laced with coke in em
Shots awoken em, fake 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 and never show
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' acres in
Puffin exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf
So exhale, cos if I don't to tell
then fuck it, if well, I'll see the rest of y'all in hell

So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and weed
What the fuck cats can tell us if they got bread to bail us?
Happy to survive, I seen it all, Peter pay Paul
>From the to the livest, they crack fool
It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns
Plenty for war, gettin their minds flunked and sore
Yo dun, the 4.....

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