Luyện nghe bài hát Stroke of Death

Yeah, Soloman for life, a million to life
for life, forever eyein' the kid
'89 stick-up kid, King of New
Regulation party, hard body
Brighton God-body

Smooth a leather bop, '83 hip-hop
Top of the world, get it rizzight big to your
cats for the right prizzice
Four-hundred and on the dizzice

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

Step in to the party, me
God Almighty, Ghost still holdin' shotty
Dustin Alize', Timbs, Terry-cloth robes
hundreds in the envelope, duke it on the globe

Thank God for my Wallabee shoes, they saved me
Up three-nothin' and Salt City
Burgundy minks, whips sinks in 'em
Brocolli blown, illa disease breath, elephant

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

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

Duck Savanna wait, we splashed the glass, ice
Our cash high right stock, our on your rice box
Plus your dice box, on the upon your white socks
got the mic cocked, buck, buck, nice shot