Luyện nghe bài hát Surgical Gloves

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

Surgical gloves, in the grass with his blood
hold that, the four black, we black down
Gold Jag', Ol' yo, yo, what the fuck happened?
They him and the scalp it flew that way
Yo why they capped him? It went his lap
Snatched his older mom's pink hat, his mango, get at
He it, slayed blocks, aiming it
Hit a child, is foul, but he styled with his flamer flaming shit
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, talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thangos
I respect on how the game goes, the same
Forget fresh niggas, test niggas, extra bless niggas, with them
We blow you out your
Haha, adios mios, we get them a ki, yo
it moving, slide off in the G.O.'s
Freeloaders, the D's over, your shit won't sell no
over...

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

X6's red, up in Albany with the
of black, fuck the feds
Papers in Aruba's, tuba from Bermuda
In my living room spreads, action, got the calico cranked
Where the food at? jewelry on, I gots to do that
Long hatchet flooded up, you knew that
Baby blue mack, stones on the stick
Bulletproof brocco's with the Jew bitches, all I got is two
Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, every ziplock
And my peoples sit around, cops that
High potent white kit kats, we up in the hood
door to door, every floor, every get back
My gangsta shit, get gats, for every man, go a gram
Meet me by my drop head and drop your lip
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
Straight up, it's how we playing now, man
the streets, man, streets is making ya'll niggas see, man
But some of is blind, for real