Luyện nghe bài hát Surgical Gloves

[Intro:
Eight stories, nigga
Take niggas somewhere, man
Ya'll niggas never heard niggas rhyme like before, man
ain't no Wizard 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' laughing yo, yo, what the happened?
They clapped him and the scalp it that way
Yo why they capped him? It went his lap
his older mom's pink hat, took his mango, get at
He it, slayed blocks, aiming it
Hit a child, this is foul, but he styled his flamer flaming shit
Teddy with the red Range, supercharged
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 them
I respect on how the game goes, the same
Forget fresh niggas, test niggas, bless niggas, with them egos
We blow you out your
Haha, adios mios, we get them a ki, yo
Keep it moving, off in the G.O.'s
Freeloaders, the D's over, your won't sell no more
over...

[Chorus:
Money, gear, drugs, guns,
All my niggas sit, smelling the
Cookin snow white, it's the poor life, never living off fear
We all millionaires, now my shares?
(Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money,
(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 potent

X6's red, up in with the dreds
Bags of black, the feds
Papers in Aruba's, tuba from Bermuda
In my room spreads, cameras action, got the calico cranked
Where the food at? Hood on, I gots to do that
Long hatchet 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, every ziplock
And my peoples sit around, cops split
High potent white kit kats, we sell up in the
Going door to door, every floor, get back
My shit, get gats, for every man, here go a gram
Meet me by my drop head and drop lip back
Forty-seven claps, spray off on something

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