Luyện nghe bài hát Stroke of Death

Yeah, Soloman for life, a million to life
Thug for life, forever 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 big to your wizzife
Murder cats for the prizzice
and fifty-six on the dizzice

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

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

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

Meet the black Boy George, dusted on my
like my wife, she popped my Ghostface balloon
Bitches think that I'm Dominican, Indian
Milk on my mustache, drop to my
Dive into parts, buildin' with thirsty mammals
man scream, "Swim Starks sharks"

Smack the girl, bailbonds man of eighteen bronz man
like Carl Malone "Mailman", framed on Larry Johnson
Tony Montana blow, creamy white Havana
Old hoe, pussy sweet, banana flow
David Banner, gamma ray shots, beast will
Bones splitted fatal Wu swords, sour

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