Luyện nghe bài hát Surgical Gloves

[Intro:
Eight 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, snubs in the grass with his
Homey that, the four black, we black down
Gold Jag', Ol' yo, yo, what the fuck happened?
They clapped him and the scalp it flew way
Yo why they capped him? It went 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
with the red Range, supercharged Kangols
Rae & Ghost CD in his change, yo,
Spanish kid lingo, all I know is where he though, kept it sideways, angle
brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thangos
I respect on how the goes, the same goes
Forget niggas, test niggas, extra bless niggas, with them 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 sell no more
over...

[Chorus:
Money, gear, drugs, guns,
All my niggas sit, the tears
Cookin snow white, it's just the life, never living off fear
We all millionaires, now my shares?
(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) off, I got my win off, have a potent year

X6's red, up in Albany the dreds
Bags of black, the feds
Papers in Aruba's, gold from Bermuda
In my room spreads, cameras action, got the calico cranked
the food at? Hood jewelry on, I gots to do that
Long chain hatchet flooded up, you knew
blue 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 peoples sit around, cops that
High potent white kit kats, we up in the hood
Going 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 lip back
Forty-seven quick claps, spray off on

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