Luyện nghe bài hát Killa from The Villa

[intro: monk]

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.

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

[buddha
There's no to get frantic
The zu minds and shit gets real hectic
the kill 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 test the style of the foe?
The cut from far, it is eyes, noses and souls
That's not enough time to nuff shots
The tech, the and one in the block
The 3 is for the kill, that kills and skills
It doesn't matter how you feel, I want you ill
If you dare peepin skills, pullin vains, holes in
Only thing that's left is eyes, and chins
Who, tell me? who, me? who, tell me?
Can be within...

[buddha
I see it in your eyes and you're scared to death
You around boy, I cut your fuckin neck
styles is wack like that of, um, a hot mode
Man over sightly with spiritual
I'm deadly to the grain with my zu slang
A killa that leaves no trace or stains
You're fucked up, now it's to go dirt for dirt
You want the zu name, for 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 peace no more
I come like a texas chainsaw
F.a. is where I rock with glocks
shit hot, rockin mad peoples knots
You're hit, then you bleed, you say you're shit
You I disappeared by same this I'll fix

[buddha
Behold, I'm the foe stands in the chamber
I'm mr. ripyou when the danger
Monk, receiver and us all things that you need
Snatchin by the neck and the mother feels the pain
Lyrical with diaster, blaow!
Push yor back like burnin dutch masters
The sword of my click is crazy mad
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, prepare to hit the
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 this danger
Not enough, enters 36
that feel, that thrills with a new skill
Burns the eyes, kills like eels
Kill has been told, the shaolin foes gold?
Cut razor sharp, inflict in souls
Master of disaster, wu tapes are
Cut ducks, became a grand master
You want to oppose this technique
Buddha's is wicked, wicked like 10 priests *echos*

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