Luyện nghe bài hát Killa from The Villa

[intro: buddha

Once again it's the God buddha
the zu
1-1-2, 4-4-1 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 from the
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

monk]
There's no need to get
The zu attacks minds and shit gets hectic
Makin the like 7 masters
Tearin up the skills with total
I'm after niggaz with laughter
Puttin stains in their raps, here, now and
You want to the style of the shaolin foe?
The cut comes from far, it is eyes, and souls
That's not enough time to lick nuff
The tech, the callico and one in the
The 3 is for the kill, that kills and wrecks
It doesn't really matter how you feel, I you ill
If you dare peepin skills, pullin vains, holes in
Only thing that's left is eyes, noses and
Who, me? who, tell me? who, tell me?
Can be within...

[buddha
I see it in eyes and you're scared to fuckin death
You fuck around boy, I cut fuckin neck
Your styles is like that of, um, a hot mode
Man over sightly with powders
I'm deadly to the grain my brooklyn zu slang
A that leaves no trace or blood stains
You're up, now it's time to go dirt for dirt
You want the zu name, for that you work
You should've been 7 scores and 5 mics ago
I take life like my mad castro
There's war, things just peace no more
I come thru a texas chainsaw
F.a. is I rock with twin glocks
Makin shit hot, rockin mad knots
You're hit, you bleed, then you say you're shit
You wish I by same this I'll fix

[buddha
Behold, I'm the foe that in the chamber
I'm mr. ripyou when releasin the
Monk, receiver and teaches us all things that you
niggaz by the neck 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 'cause I'm sick of all shit
That's my style, son, I'm for the war
The from the god, prepare to hit the floor
of an element, movin in a 7
Feelin the wrath of the buddha, no wait for you to it
Check this, the killa thru this danger
Not enough, enters 36
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 are raptures
Cut many ducks, became a master
You want to oppose this technique
knowledge is wicked, wicked like 10 priests *echos*

[outro: monk]
You understand!
You don't understand!
Don't fuck the brooklyn zu
If you don't have the skills!
You bitch-ass can suck my dick!!
fuck with the brooklyn zu!!
Suck my dick!!