Luyện nghe bài hát Stroke of Death

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

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

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

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

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

Meet the black Boy George, on my honeymoon
Bitch my wife, she popped my Ghostface balloon
Bitches think that I'm Dominican, slap-hash
Milk on my mustache, drop to my
Dive into dangerous parts, buildin' thirsty mammals
man scream, "Swim Starks sharks"

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

Duck wait, we splashed the glass, ice rocks
Our cash high right stock, our on your rice box
Plus your box, on the side upon your white socks
Bobby got the mic cocked, buck, buck, shot