Luyện nghe bài hát Stroke of Death

Yeah, Soloman marked for life, a million to
Thug for life, forever the kid
'89 kid, King of New York
Regulation party, daddy hard
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 down and think it God, God
'Cuz comin' all 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, Ghost still holdin' shotty
Dustin Alize', three-quarter Timbs, robes
Crisp hundreds in the envelope, duke it on the

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

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

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

Duck Savanna wait, we the glass, ice rocks
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