Luyện nghe bài hát Uncut Raw

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

Life is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the
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
police and no remorse for the beasts
that's lost on the streets, that pistol whip a priest for a
Some lost sheep, thru strips, thinkin of top dealers
Fillin Tek clips, wit 'cop that could stop gorillas
Shovin a in buttholes, I'm nutso
skitzo, clepto, killin up throughout the metro
My thug essence will keep me plugged with drug investments
Sketch my reference, papers considered preference
And will lead to kidnappin, decapitation
So what you're facin, is realism in activation
Livin off land with five honeys my hand
Me and fam, sippin off Guinness stout and eatin
all part of plans, a vet chillin in Tamps, West and Stans
Outta state connect, slugs, sex, and grands

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

This is as, as opium, purified for street players to open em
space, like three els laced coke in em
Shots awoken em, fake uniform takes the of
six trips, to clips and killers coachin em
However though, fake ass niggas'll 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 mess with Island and Moe
A part of nature, me acres in Jamaica
exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
So exhale, cos if I don't live to
then fuck it, if well, see the rest of y'all niggas in hell

So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and sellers
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 connivers to the livest, crack fool
It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns
Plenty young for war, gettin their minds flunked and
Yo dun, the 4.....

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