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.
to all my niggaz
The rza,
We gon' drop this track for my nigga,
And q-base. and deadly, deadly.

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

[buddha
no need to get frantic
The zu minds and shit gets real hectic
Makin the kill 7 masters
up the skills with total disaster
I'm after punk-ass niggaz laughter
stains in their raps, here, now and after
You want to test the style of the shaolin
The cut comes far, it is eyes, noses 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 and wrecks skills
It really matter how you feel, I want you ill
If you peepin skills, pullin vains, holes in shins
Only thing that's left is eyes, noses and
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 fuck around boy, I cut your fuckin
styles is wack like that of, um, a hot mode
Man over sightly with spiritual
I'm deadly to the grain my brooklyn zu slang
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 you must work
You been taught 7 scores and 5 mics ago
I life like my mad fidel castro
There's war, things ain't just peace no
I thru 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 you're
You I disappeared by same this I'll fix

[buddha
Behold, I'm the foe that 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 back like burnin dutch masters
The sword of my click is mad thick
Makin deep cuts 'cause I'm sick of all this
my style, son, I'm ready for the war
The from the god, prepare to hit the floor
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 thru danger
Not enough, enters 36
Heads that feel, that thrills a new skill
Burns the eyes, kills like eels
Kill has told, what's the shaolin foes gold?
Cut razor sharp, inflict holes in
of disaster, wu tapes are raptures
Cut many ducks, a grand master
You want to this deadly technique
Buddha's knowledge is wicked, like 10 priests *echos*

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