Luyện nghe bài hát Stroke of Death

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

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

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

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

Thank God for my Wallabee shoes, they saved me
Up three-nothin' and Lake City
Burgundy minks, whips sinks in 'em
Brocolli blown, disease 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
on my mustache, drop to my chiny-chin
Dive into dangerous parts, with thirsty mammals
man scream, "Swim Starks sharks"

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

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