Luyện nghe bài hát Killa from The Villa

[intro: buddha

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

monk]
There's no to get frantic
The zu attacks minds and shit real hectic
Makin the like 7 masters
up the skills with total disaster
I'm after niggaz with laughter
Puttin stains in their raps, here, now and
You want to test the style of the shaolin
The cut from far, it is eyes, noses and souls
not enough time to lick nuff shots
The tech, the callico and one in the
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, 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 around boy, I cut your fuckin neck
Your styles is like that of, um, a hot mode
Man sightly with spiritual powders
I'm deadly to the grain with my brooklyn zu
A killa that leaves no trace or blood
You're fucked up, now it's to go dirt for dirt
You want the zu name, for that you must
You should've been taught 7 and 5 mics ago
I take life like my mad castro
war, things ain't just peace no more
I come like a texas chainsaw
F.a. is I rock with twin glocks
shit hot, rockin mad peoples knots
You're hit, then you bleed, then you say shit
You wish I disappeared by same I'll fix

[buddha
Behold, I'm the foe that stands in the
I'm mr. ripyou releasin the danger
Monk, receiver and teaches us all that you need
Snatchin niggaz by the neck and the mother the pain
Lyrical master diaster, blaow!
Push yor caps back burnin dutch masters
The sword of my click is crazy mad
deep cuts 'cause I'm sick of all this shit
That's my style, son, I'm for the war
The hits from the god, prepare to hit the
of an element, movin in a 7
Feelin the wrath of the buddha, no wait for you to it
Check this, here's the killa thru this
Not enough, enters 36
Heads feel, that thrills with a new skill
Burns the eyes, kills electric eels
Kill has been told, what's the shaolin gold?
Cut razor sharp, inflict holes in
Master of disaster, wu tapes are
Cut many ducks, became a master
You want to this deadly technique
Buddha's is wicked, wicked like 10 priests *echos*

[outro: monk]
You understand!
You motherfuckin 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!!