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 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 him and the scalp it flew that way
Yo why capped him? It went through 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 & CD in his change, yo, Angel
kid lingo, all I know is where he hang though, kept it sideways, angle
Good brush, talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thangos
I on how the game goes, the same goes
fresh niggas, test niggas, extra bless niggas, with them egos
We blow you out your
Haha, mios, we get them twelve a ki, yo
it moving, slide off in the G.O.'s
Freeloaders, the D's over, your shit won't no more
over...

[Chorus:
Money, gear, drugs, guns,
All my niggas sit, smelling the
Cookin snow white, just the poor life, never living off fear
We all millionaires, now where my
(Money) You know the code, money, gear money, baby
(Money) You we fold 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 with the
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 hatchet flooded up, you knew that
blue mack, stones on the nozzle stick
Bulletproof brocco's with the Jew bitches, all I got is two
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, every floor, every get
My gangsta shit, get gats, for man, here go a gram
Meet me by my head and drop your lip back
Forty-seven quick claps, spray off on

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