Luyện nghe bài hát Stroke of Death

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

Smooth like a 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

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

Step in to the party, me
God Almighty, Ghost still that shotty
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 sinks in 'em
blown, illa disease breath, elephant skin

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

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

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