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
Some 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 police and no remorse for the
that's lost on the streets, that pistol a priest for a crosspiece
lost sheep, runnin thru strips, thinkin of top dealers
Fillin Tek clips, wit 'cop killers' could stop gorillas
a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso
skitzo, clepto, killin shit up throughout the
My thug essence always keep me plugged with drug investments
Sketch my reference, takin considered preference
And violations lead to kidnappin, decapitation
So what you're facin, is realism that's in
Livin off land with five honeys playin my
Me and fam, off Guinness stout and eatin clams
all part of plans, a vet chillin in Tamps, West and Stans
Outta connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands

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

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

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

Motherfuckers think we're playin, em down
Holdin niggas for high stitches, What?