Luyện nghe bài hát Stroke of Death

Yeah, Soloman for life, a million to life
Thug for life, forever the kid
'89 stick-up kid, of New York
Regulation party, daddy body
Brighton God-body

Smooth like a leather bop, '83
Top of the world, get it rizzight big to your
Murder cats for the right
and fifty-six on the dizzice

This is real lizzife, ain't sweet God
Sit and think it through God, God
'Cuz comin' all ya face'll get ya clap, God
You are now listening to the of Supreme Clientele

Step in to the party, me
God Almighty, Ghost still that shotty
Dustin Alize', three-quarter Timbs, robes
Crisp in the envelope, duke it on the globe

Thank God for my Wallabee shoes, they done me
Up and Salt Lake City
Burgundy minks, with sinks in 'em
blown, illa disease breath, elephant skin

Meet the Boy George, dusted on my honeymoon
Bitch like my wife, she my Ghostface balloon
Bitches think that I'm Dominican, Indian
Milk on my mustache, to my chiny-chin
Dive into parts, buildin' with thirsty mammals
man scream, "Swim Starks sharks"

Smack the girl, bailbonds man stripped of bronz man
Tall like Carl Malone "Mailman", framed on Johnson
Tony blow, creamy white Havana Joe's
Old hoe, pussy sweet, banana flow
David Banner, gamma ray shots, will marinate
Bones fatal Wu swords, sour amputate

Duck Savanna wait, we splashed the glass, ice
Our cash high stock, our logo's on your rice box
your dice box, on the side upon your white socks
Bobby got the mic cocked, buck, buck, shot