Luyện nghe bài hát Stroke of Death

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

Smooth like a bop, '83 hip-hop
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 sweet God
Sit and think it through God, God
comin' all outta 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 holdin' that shotty
Dustin Alize', three-quarter Timbs, robes
Crisp hundreds in the envelope, it on the globe

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

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

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

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