Luyện nghe bài hát Killa from The Villa

[intro: monk]

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

buddha monk]
Ah, the killa straight from the villa
Ah, it's the killa straight the villa
Ah, the killa straight from the villa
Ah, it's the killa straight from the
Thriller, pealer, mind dweller

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

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

[buddha
Behold, I'm the foe that stands in the
I'm mr. when releasin the danger
Monk, receiver and us all things that you need
Snatchin niggaz by the neck and the feels the pain
Lyrical master diaster, blaow!
Push yor caps back like burnin dutch
The sword of my click is crazy mad
Makin deep cuts I'm sick of all this shit
my style, son, I'm ready for the war
The hits from the god, 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
Heads that feel, that with a new skill
Burns the eyes, kills electric eels
Kill has been told, what's the shaolin foes
Cut razor sharp, inflict in souls
Master of disaster, wu tapes are
Cut many ducks, became a master
You want to oppose this technique
Buddha's knowledge is wicked, wicked like 10 *echos*

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