Luyện nghe bài hát Surgical Gloves

[Intro:
million stories, nigga
Take ya'll somewhere, man
Ya'll never heard niggas rhyme like this before, man
This ain't no of Oz shit neither, man
For real, man,

Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass his blood
hold that, the four black, we black down
Gold Jag', Ol' laughing yo, yo, the fuck happened?
They clapped him and the scalp it flew way
Yo why they him? It went through his lap
Snatched his older pink hat, took his mango, get at
He painted it, blocks, aiming it
Hit a child, this is foul, but he styled with his flamer flaming
Teddy with the red Range, Kangols
Rae & CD in his change, yo, Angel
Spanish kid lingo, all I know is where he hang though, kept it sideways,
Good brush, tough talk, it real, daddy, got them thangos
I respect on how the game goes, the goes
Forget fresh niggas, test niggas, extra bless niggas, with egos
We blow you out your
Haha, adios mios, we get twelve a ki, yo
Keep it moving, off in the G.O.'s
Freeloaders, the D's over, your shit won't no more
over...

[Chorus:
Money, gear, drugs, guns,
All my niggas sit, smelling the
Cookin white, it's just the poor life, never living off fear
We all millionaires, now where my
(Money) You know the code, money, gear money, baby
(Money) You know we the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah
(Money) So when the D's come, we and grab the boats, yea
(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a year

X6's red, up in Albany with the
Bags of black, the feds
Papers in Aruba's, gold tuba Bermuda
In my living room spreads, cameras action, got the calico
Where the food at? Hood jewelry on, I gots to do
Long chain flooded up, you knew that
Baby blue mack, stones on the stick
brocco's with the Jew bitches, all I got is two cracks
Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging every
And my sit around, cops split that
potent white kit kats, we sell up in the hood
Going to door, every floor, every get back
My gangsta shit, get gats, for man, here go a gram
Meet me by my head and drop your lip back
Forty-seven quick claps, off on something

[Outro:
Spray on one of ya'll man, the streets is mine,
You know we do, for real
up, it's how we playing right now, man
Cause the streets, man, streets is making niggas see, man
But some of is blind, for real