Luyện nghe bài hát Killa from The Villa

[intro: buddha

Once again the God buddha monk
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.

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

monk]
There's no to get frantic
The zu attacks minds and gets real hectic
Makin the like 7 masters
Tearin up the skills with disaster
I'm punk-ass niggaz with laughter
Puttin stains in raps, here, now and after
You want to the style of the shaolin foe?
The cut comes from far, it is eyes, and souls
That's not time to lick nuff shots
The tech, the callico and one in the
The 3 is for the kill, that kills and wrecks
It doesn't really matter how you feel, I you ill
If you dare peepin skills, pullin vains, holes in
Only thing that's is eyes, noses and chins
Who, me? who, tell me? who, tell me?
Can be within...

[buddha
I see it in your and you're 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 grain my brooklyn 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 just peace no
I thru like a texas chainsaw
F.a. is where I rock with twin
Makin shit hot, rockin mad knots
You're hit, then you bleed, you say you're shit
You wish I by same this I'll fix

[buddha
Behold, I'm the foe stands in the chamber
I'm mr. when releasin 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 caps like burnin dutch masters
The of my click is crazy mad thick
Makin deep cuts I'm sick of all this shit
That's my style, son, I'm for the war
The from the god, prepare to hit the floor
of an element, movin in a 7
Feelin the of the buddha, no wait for you to check it
this, here's the killa thru this danger
Not enough, 36 chambers
Heads that feel, that with a new skill
the eyes, kills like electric eels
Kill has told, what's 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 this deadly technique
Buddha's knowledge is wicked, wicked like 10 *echos*

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