Luyện nghe bài hát Surgical Gloves

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

Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass his blood
hold that, the four black, we black down
Gold Jag', Ol' yo, yo, what the fuck happened?
They clapped him and the it flew that way
Yo why they capped him? It through his lap
Snatched his older mom's hat, took his mango, get at
He painted it, slayed blocks, it
Hit a child, is foul, but he styled with his flamer flaming shit
Teddy the red Range, supercharged Kangols
Rae & Ghost CD in his change, yo,
Spanish kid lingo, all I know is where he hang though, it sideways, angle
Good brush, talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thangos
I respect on how the goes, the same goes
Forget fresh niggas, test niggas, extra bless niggas, with egos
We blow you out peacoats
Haha, mios, we get them twelve 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 niggas sit, the tears
Cookin 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 we fold 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 Albany the dreds
of black, fuck 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 up, you knew that
Baby mack, stones on the nozzle stick
brocco's with the Jew bitches, all I got is two cracks
Gazelle lenses, rude wraps, bagging every ziplock
And my sit around, cops split that
High white kit kats, we sell up in the hood
Going door to door, floor, every get back
My shit, get gats, for every man, here go a gram
me by my drop head and drop your lip back
Forty-seven quick claps, off on something

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