Luyện nghe bài hát Stroke of Death

Yeah, Soloman marked for life, a to life
Thug for life, forever the kid
'89 kid, King of New York
Regulation party, daddy body
Rowdy God-body

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

This is real lizzife, nothin' sweet God
Sit and think it through God, God
'Cuz comin' all outta ya get ya clap, God
You are now listening to the of Supreme Clientele

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

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

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

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

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