Luyện nghe bài hát Killa from The Villa

[intro: buddha

Once it's the God buddha monk
the zu
1-1-2, franklin av.
Peace to all my
The rza,
We gon' drop this track for my nigga,
And q-base. and deadly, deadly.

[chorus: monk]
Ah, it's the killa straight the villa
Ah, it's the killa straight from the
Ah, it's the killa straight the villa
Ah, it's the killa straight the villa
Thriller, pealer, cell dweller

[buddha
There's no need to get
The zu attacks minds and shit gets real
Makin the kill like 7
Tearin up the skills with disaster
I'm after punk-ass niggaz laughter
Puttin stains in raps, here, now and after
You want to test the of the shaolin foe?
The cut comes from far, it is eyes, noses and
That's not enough time to lick shots
The tech, the callico and one in the
The 3 is for the kill, kills and wrecks skills
It doesn't really how you feel, I want you ill
If you dare skills, pullin vains, holes in shins
Only that's left is eyes, noses and chins
Who, tell me? who, tell me? who, me?
Can be within...

[buddha
I see it in your eyes and you're scared to fuckin
You around boy, I cut your fuckin neck
Your is wack like that of, um, a hot mode
Man sightly with spiritual powders
I'm deadly to the grain with my zu slang
A killa that leaves no or blood stains
You're fucked up, now time to go dirt for dirt
You want the zu name, for you must work
You should've been taught 7 scores and 5 ago
I take life like my mad castro
There's war, ain't just peace no more
I come thru like a texas
F.a. is where I rock with twin
Makin hot, rockin mad peoples knots
You're hit, you bleed, then you say you're shit
You wish I disappeared by this I'll fix

[buddha
Behold, I'm the foe that in the chamber
I'm mr. ripyou when releasin the
Monk, receiver and us all things that you need
Snatchin niggaz by the and the mother feels the pain
Lyrical with diaster, blaow!
Push yor caps like burnin dutch masters
The of my click is crazy mad thick
Makin deep cuts I'm sick of all this shit
That's my style, son, I'm for the war
The from the god, prepare to hit the floor
Sparks of an element, in a 7
Feelin the wrath of the buddha, no wait for you to it
Check this, here's the killa thru this
Not enough, 36 chambers
that feel, that thrills with a new skill
Burns the eyes, kills like eels
Kill has told, what's the shaolin foes gold?
Cut razor sharp, inflict holes in
Master of disaster, wu tapes are
Cut many ducks, became a master
You to oppose this deadly technique
Buddha's knowledge is wicked, wicked like 10 priests

[outro: buddha
You understand!
You don't understand!
Don't fuck with the zu
If you don't have the skills!
You bitch-ass mothafuckers can my dick!!
Don't fuck the brooklyn zu!!
my motherfuckin dick!!