Luyện nghe bài hát Stroke of Death

Yeah, marked for life, a million to life
Thug for life, forever the kid
'89 stick-up kid, of New York
Regulation party, hard body
Rowdy Brighton

like a leather bop, '83 hip-hop
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 down and think it God, God
comin' all outta ya face'll get ya clap, God
You are now listening to the sounds of Clientele

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

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

Meet the black Boy George, dusted on my
Bitch like my wife, she popped my balloon
Bitches that I'm Dominican, slap-hash Indian
Milk on my mustache, to my chiny-chin
Dive into dangerous parts, buildin' with thirsty
White man scream, "Swim sharks"

Smack the girl, bailbonds man of eighteen bronz man
Tall like Carl Malone "Mailman", framed on Larry
Tony Montana blow, creamy white Joe's
Old Suzanna hoe, pussy sweet, banana
David Banner, ray shots, beast will marinate
Bones splitted 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, nice