Luyện nghe bài hát Surgical Gloves

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

Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass his blood
Homey hold that, the four black, we black
Gold Jag', Ol' laughing yo, yo, what the happened?
clapped him and the scalp it flew that way
Yo why they him? It went through his lap
Snatched his mom's pink hat, took his mango, get at
He painted it, slayed blocks, it
Hit a child, this is foul, but he with his flamer flaming shit
with the red Range, supercharged Kangols
Rae & CD in his change, yo, Angel
Spanish kid lingo, all I know is he hang though, kept 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, bless niggas, with them egos
We you out your peacoats
Haha, adios mios, we get them a ki, yo
it moving, slide off in the G.O.'s
Freeloaders, the D's over, your shit won't no more
over...

Raekwon]
Money, gear, drugs, guns,
All my niggas sit, the tears
Cookin snow white, just the poor life, never living off fear
We all millionaires, now my shares?
(Money) You know the code, money, gear money, baby
(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 year

X6's red, up in with the dreds
Bags of black, fuck the
in Aruba's, gold tuba from Bermuda
In my living room spreads, cameras action, got the cranked
Where the food at? Hood on, I gots to do that
chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that
Baby blue mack, stones on the stick
Bulletproof brocco's the Jew bitches, all I got is two cracks
Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging ziplock
And my peoples sit around, split that
High white kit kats, we sell up in the hood
door to door, every floor, every get back
My shit, get gats, for every man, here go a gram
Meet me by my drop and drop your lip back
quick claps, spray off on something

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