Luyện nghe bài hát Surgical Gloves

[Intro:
Eight stories, nigga
ya'll niggas somewhere, man
Ya'll niggas 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 with his
hold that, the four black, we black down
Gold Jag', Ol' laughing yo, yo, what the happened?
They clapped him and the scalp it that way
Yo why they capped him? It went his lap
Snatched his older pink hat, took his mango, get at
He it, slayed blocks, aiming it
Hit a child, this is foul, but he styled with his flamer shit
Teddy with the red Range, supercharged
Rae & Ghost CD in his change, yo,
kid lingo, all I know is where he hang though, kept it sideways, angle
Good brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got them
I respect on how the game goes, the same
fresh 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, shit won't sell no more
over...

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

X6's red, up in with the dreds
Bags of black, the feds
Papers in Aruba's, tuba from Bermuda
In my living room spreads, cameras action, got the calico
Where the food at? jewelry on, I gots to do that
Long chain hatchet 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 split
High white kit kats, we sell up in the hood
Going door to door, every floor, get back
My shit, get gats, for every man, here go a gram
Meet me by my drop 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 what we do, for
Straight up, it's how we right now, man
the streets, man, streets is making ya'll niggas see, man
But some of ya'll is blind, for