Luyện nghe bài hát Royal Monk

[intro: monk, (dutch masta killa)]
Ain't no smokin no God damn in here at night
(what the fuck!? who the fuck!? )
(that what all about, zu zu zu zu)
(yea, hahahahaah. lions and and bears)
(that's it's 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)
I'ma hit you in ya on time, boy
(lions and and bears)
(lions and and bears)
Prepare for the war, it
(lions and and bears)

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

buddha monk, (dutch masta killa)]
Hahahaha (zu zu zu zu) it to me now!
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)

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

[outro: dutch killa, (buddha monk)]
And that's it, that's how it (zu zu zu zu)
Be or be phony, moni, macaroni (zu zu zu zu)
Chillin, not to the grain (zu zu zu zu)
We it real, family (zu zu zu zu)
Fam', I want a lot of (zu zu zu zu)
All my fam' is a (zu zu zu zu)
Thirty-six (zu zu zu zu)
zu (zu zu zu zu)
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(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
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(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
Boom boom boom
Watch yo thoughts as pass thru yo memory
Don't try to be a friend to me 'cause you
me