Luyện nghe bài hát Uncut Raw

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

Life is a struggle, 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 sickenin, but what? Whatever makes the pockets thickin
Fuck police and no for the beasts
that's lost on the streets, that pistol whip a priest for a
Some lost sheep, runnin thru strips, thinkin of top
Fillin Tek clips, wit 'cop killers' that could gorillas
a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso
skitzo, clepto, shit up throughout the metro
My thug essence will always keep me plugged drug investments
Sketch my reference, takin papers preference
And violations will lead to kidnappin,
So you're facin, is realism that's in activation
off land with five honeys playin my hand
Me and fam, off Guinness stout and eatin clams
It's all part of plans, a vet chillin in Tamps, West and
state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands

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

This is as, pure as opium, purified for players to open em
space, like three els laced coke in em
Shots awoken em, fake takes the portion of
six trips, to young clips and killers em
though, fake ass niggas'll never 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 Cristal, I mess with Long Island and Moe
A part of nature, me acres in Jamaica
Puffin trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
So exhale, cos if I don't to tell
then fuck it, if well, I'll see the of y'all 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, pay Paul
>From the connivers to the livest, they fool
It's all war, the streets are up with guns galore
Plenty young for war, gettin their minds flunked and
Yo dun, the 4.....

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