Luyện nghe bài hát Killa from The Villa

[intro: buddha

Once again it's the God monk
the zu
1-1-2, franklin av.
Peace to all my
The rza,
We gon' drop this 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 the villa
Thriller, pealer, mind dweller

[buddha
There's no need to get
The zu attacks and shit gets real hectic
Makin the kill like 7
Tearin up the with total disaster
I'm after punk-ass with laughter
Puttin stains in raps, here, now and after
You want to test the style of the foe?
The cut comes from far, it is eyes, and souls
That's not enough 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 really matter how you feel, I you ill
If you dare peepin skills, pullin vains, in shins
Only thing 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 scared to fuckin death
You around boy, I cut your fuckin neck
Your styles is like that of, um, a hot mode
Man over sightly spiritual powders
I'm to the grain with my brooklyn zu slang
A killa that leaves no trace or stains
You're fucked up, now time to go dirt for dirt
You want the zu name, for that you work
You been taught 7 scores and 5 mics ago
I take like my mad fidel castro
There's war, things ain't peace no more
I come thru like a texas
F.a. is where I with twin glocks
Makin shit hot, rockin mad peoples
hit, then 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 neck and the mother feels the
Lyrical with diaster, blaow!
Push yor back like burnin dutch masters
The sword of my is crazy mad thick
Makin deep cuts 'cause I'm sick of all this
That's my style, son, I'm for the war
The hits from the god, to hit the floor
Sparks of an element, in a 7
Feelin the wrath of the buddha, no for you to check it
Check this, here's the killa this danger
Not enough, enters 36
Heads feel, that thrills with a new skill
the eyes, kills like electric eels
Kill has been told, what's the shaolin gold?
Cut sharp, inflict holes in souls
Master of disaster, wu are raptures
Cut many ducks, became a master
You want to oppose this technique
Buddha's knowledge is wicked, wicked like 10 priests

[outro: buddha
You understand!
You motherfuckin understand!
Don't with 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!!