Luyện nghe bài hát Stroke of Death

Yeah, marked for life, a million to life
Thug for life, eyein' the kid
'89 stick-up kid, of New York
Regulation party, daddy body
Rowdy God-body

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

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

in to the party, it's me
God Almighty, Ghost still holdin' that
Alize', three-quarter Timbs, Terry-cloth robes
Crisp in the envelope, duke it on the globe

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

Meet the black Boy George, on my honeymoon
Bitch my wife, she popped my Ghostface balloon
Bitches think I'm Dominican, slap-hash Indian
Milk on my mustache, drop to my
Dive into parts, buildin' with thirsty mammals
White man scream, "Swim sharks"

Smack the girl, man stripped of eighteen bronz man
Tall like Carl "Mailman", framed on Larry Johnson
Tony Montana blow, white Havana Joe's
Old Suzanna hoe, pussy sweet, flow
David Banner, ray shots, beast will marinate
splitted fatal Wu swords, sour amputate

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