Luyện nghe bài hát Uncut Raw

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

is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the juggle
Some hustle to double, hug you to mug you
Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into
It seems sickenin, but what? makes the pockets thickin
police and no remorse for the beasts
that's lost on the streets, that pistol whip a for a crosspiece
Some lost sheep, runnin thru strips, of top dealers
Fillin Tek clips, wit killers' that could stop gorillas
Shovin a stubnose in buttholes, I'm
skitzo, clepto, killin shit up the metro
My thug essence will always keep me plugged drug investments
Sketch my reference, takin considered preference
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, sippin off Guinness stout and eatin
It's all part of plans, a vet in Tamps, West and Stans
Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and

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

This is as, pure as opium, purified for street to open em
space, like three els laced 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 never
Cos my method's perfected, I'm sceptic and never show
I'm to blow, stack doe, lay on the low
While I'm Cristal, I mess with Long Island and Moe
A part of nature, me wan' in Jamaica
Puffin exotic trees without seeds rolled up in 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, coke and sellers
What the fuck cats can us if they ain't got bread to bail us?
to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul
>From the connivers to the livest, they crack
all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore
Plenty for war, gettin their minds flunked and sore
Yo dun, the 4.....

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