Luyện nghe bài hát Uncut Raw

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

Life is a struggle, why niggas I know stay on the juggle
Some to double, others hug you to mug you
Poverty-stricken, they even a church kid into stickin
It seems sickenin, but what? Whatever makes the 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 'cop killers' that stop gorillas
Shovin a in buttholes, I'm nutso
skitzo, clepto, killin up throughout the metro
My thug essence will always keep me plugged with investments
Sketch my reference, papers considered preference
And violations will to kidnappin, decapitation
So what you're facin, is realism that's in
Livin off land with honeys playin my hand
Me and fam, sippin off Guinness stout and clams
It's all part of plans, a vet in Tamps, West and Stans
Outta connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands

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

This is as, as opium, purified for street players to open em
space, three els laced with coke in em
Shots awoken em, fake uniform the portion of
six trips, to clips and killers coachin em
However though, fake ass niggas'll never
Cos my method's perfected, I'm movin sceptic and show
I'm soon to blow, doe, lay on the low
While I'm Cristal, I mess with Long Island and Moe
A part of nature, me wan' acres in
Puffin exotic trees without rolled up in leaf paper
So exhale, cos if I live to tell
then it, if well, I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell

So all my fellas, heroin, coke and weed sellers
What the cats can tell us if they ain't 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 we're playin, back em down
niggas for high stitches, what? What?