Luyện nghe bài hát Killa from The Villa

[intro: monk]

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

[chorus: monk]
Ah, it's the killa from the villa
Ah, it's the killa from the villa
Ah, it's the killa straight from the
Ah, it's the killa straight the villa
Thriller, pealer, mind cell

[buddha
no need to get frantic
The zu minds and shit gets real hectic
Makin the kill like 7
Tearin up the skills with disaster
I'm punk-ass niggaz with laughter
Puttin in their raps, here, now and after
You want to the style of the shaolin foe?
The cut from far, it is eyes, noses and souls
That's not enough time to lick shots
The tech, the and one in the block
The 3 is for the kill, that kills and wrecks
It doesn't matter how you feel, I want you ill
If you dare peepin skills, 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 eyes and you're scared to fuckin death
You fuck boy, I cut your fuckin neck
Your styles is wack that of, um, a hot mode
Man over sightly with spiritual
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 to go dirt for dirt
You the zu name, for that you must work
You should've been 7 scores and 5 mics ago
I take life my mad fidel castro
war, things ain't just peace no more
I come thru a texas chainsaw
F.a. is where I with twin glocks
Makin hot, rockin mad peoples knots
You're hit, then you bleed, you say you're shit
You wish I disappeared by same I'll fix

[buddha
Behold, I'm the foe stands in the chamber
I'm mr. when releasin the danger
Monk, receiver and teaches us all that you need
Snatchin niggaz by the neck and the mother feels the
Lyrical master diaster, blaow!
Push yor caps back like dutch masters
The of my click is crazy mad thick
Makin deep cuts 'cause I'm 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 for you to check it
Check this, here's the thru this danger
Not enough, 36 chambers
Heads feel, that thrills with a new skill
Burns the eyes, kills like eels
Kill has been told, what's the foes gold?
Cut razor sharp, inflict holes in
Master of disaster, wu tapes are
Cut ducks, became a grand master
You to oppose this deadly technique
knowledge is wicked, wicked like 10 priests *echos*

[outro: buddha
You understand!
You don't understand!
Don't with the brooklyn zu
If you have the motherfuckin skills!
You mothafuckers can suck my dick!!
fuck with the brooklyn zu!!
Suck my dick!!