Luyện nghe bài hát Surgical Gloves

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

Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass with his
Homey hold that, the four black, we black
Gold Jag', Ol' laughing yo, yo, what the happened?
clapped him and the scalp it flew that way
Yo why they capped It went through his lap
Snatched his older mom's pink hat, his mango, get at
He painted it, blocks, aiming it
Hit a child, this is foul, but he styled with his flamer shit
Teddy with the red Range, Kangols
Rae & Ghost CD in his change, yo,
Spanish kid lingo, all I know is where he though, kept it sideways, angle
Good brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got thangos
I respect on how the goes, the same goes
Forget niggas, test niggas, extra bless niggas, with them egos
We you out your peacoats
Haha, adios mios, we get them a ki, yo
Keep it moving, 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 sit, smelling the tears
snow white, it's just the poor life, never living off fear
We all millionaires, now where my
(Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money,
(Money) You know we the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah
(Money) So the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yea
(Money) off, I got my win off, have a potent year

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

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