Luyện nghe bài hát Royal Monk

[intro: monk, (dutch masta killa)]
Ain't no no God damn dutch in here at night
(what the fuck!? who the fuck!? )
(that it's all about, zu zu zu zu)
(yea, hahahahaah. and tigers and bears)
(that's what all about)
(lions and and bears)
at this shit comin at y'all
(lions and and bears)
out
(lions and and bears)
(lions and and bears)
(lions and and bears)
hit you in ya head on time, boy
(lions and and bears)
(lions and and bears)
for the war, check it
(lions and and bears)

[buddha
My creation comes a style, abominations
Assassination, cuts on like an arabian
First one steps, dies vocals of buddha's breathe
What's next? ashes left with contacts
The buddha's criminology is like the study of
Most knowledge cuts minds, mathematics, psychology
So lets proceed to give of ass-whippins
This will on, from generations of twelve kins
Forced to give you death by means of
My thoughts and chemistry are annihilation
Dare to cross path and oh loser.. bring it back, ah
Dare to cross the of seven thieves of bagdad
Monk whips like whiplash, the brain fast
Brains will be cracked swiftness of hurricanes
Within blowin verses, God lives in this game
No time to deal with the mentality, is no formality
the reason for you wantin to live in this reality?
Only deal with cautions, with devils and
Try to from my style, and that ass will get draped
No laughs, just grins, no mistakes that kins
Deals all you fuckin ill-minded delinquents
Raps get tossed up, I'm like white lotus
Diagnosis, shows and proves, no hocus
My lyrics mcs at velocity speeds
packin dry ice, the mind catches burn freeze

[interlude: monk, (dutch masta killa)]
(zu zu zu zu) give it to me now!
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)

[buddha
The psychos grab ya arms, it's time to for battle
Mona lisa leaves it, ah fuck the boards, comes the rebel
Raw is the slang of tiger
My balls digs in skins, don't I ain't gonna bit ya
Safe as plantbase, no for domination
Zu with styles of gods from many generations
Forces in the dark, shall to the light
I prevail, I rip chins and I tear ligaments out like frost
You up ya shield, just notice I got tight skills
to the left, protectors of the right grill
Palms of the mysteries, your styles cannot fuck me
Cuts on the body, it's the that's inside me
is made from the gun and the blade
The one that's hit, it's the one with the six-tray
Things that I do, it's just like the
Doin mad shit to mad trouble
up ya shit 'cause I'm crazy fuckin pissed
I'll beat that ass with chains, and whips

dutch masta killa, (buddha monk)]
And that's it, that's how it (zu zu zu zu)
Be real or be phony, moni, (zu zu zu zu)
Chillin, not real to the (zu zu zu zu)
We it real, family (zu zu zu zu)
Fam', I a lot of land (zu zu zu zu)
All my fam' is a (zu zu zu zu)
returns (zu zu zu zu)
zu (zu zu zu zu)
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Boom boom boom
Watch yo thoughts as they thru yo memory
try to be a friend to me 'cause you enemy
me