Luyện nghe bài hát Killa from The Villa

[intro: buddha

Once it's the God buddha monk
the zu
1-1-2, 4-4-1 av.
Peace to all my
The rza,
We gon' drop track for my nigga, y-kim
And q-base. and deadly, deadly.

[chorus: buddha
Ah, it's the killa from the villa
Ah, it's the killa straight from the
Ah, the killa straight from the villa
Ah, it's the killa straight from the
Thriller, pealer, mind dweller

[buddha
There's no need to get
The zu attacks and shit gets real hectic
Makin the like 7 masters
Tearin up the skills total disaster
I'm punk-ass niggaz with laughter
Puttin in their raps, here, now and after
You to test the style of the shaolin foe?
The cut from far, it is eyes, noses and souls
That's not time to lick nuff shots
The tech, the and one in the block
The 3 is for the kill, kills and wrecks skills
It doesn't matter 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, me? who, tell me? who, tell me?
Can be within...

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

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

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