Luyện nghe bài hát Royal Monk

[intro: monk, (dutch masta killa)]
Ain't no smokin no God dutch in here at night
(what the fuck!? who the fuck!? )
(that what all about, zu zu zu zu)
(yea, hahahahaah. and tigers and bears)
(that's it's all about)
(lions and and bears)
Look at 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 comes from a style, abominations
Assassination, cuts on thru an arabian
First one steps, dies from of buddha's breathe
What's next? left standin with contacts
The buddha's criminology is like the study of
Most cuts minds, it's mathematics, psychology
So lets proceed to lyrics of ass-whippins
This will flow on, from generations of kins
Forced to give you death by means of
My excellerated thoughts and chemistry are
Dare to this path and oh loser.. bring it back, ah
Dare to cross the path of seven thieves of
Monk whips like whiplash, stains the brain
Brains will be cracked swiftness of hurricanes
Within this blowin verses, God lives in this
No time to deal with the mentality, style is no
What's the for you wantin to live in this reality?
Only deal with cautions, with and snakes
Try to gain from my style, and that ass get draped
No laughs, grins, no mistakes that wake kins
Deals with all you ill-minded delinquents
Raps get tossed up, I'm ferocious like lotus
Diagnosis, shows and proves, no pocus
My froze mcs at velocity speeds
Like packin dry ice, the mind catches burn

[interlude: buddha monk, (dutch 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, it's time to head for
Mona leaves it, ah fuck the boards, here comes the rebel
Raw is the of this tiger
My balls digs in skins, don't I ain't gonna bit ya
Safe as plantbase, no need for
Zu with styles of gods from many generations
Forces in the dark, shall come to the
I prevail, I rip chins and I tear ligaments out frost bite
You hold up ya shield, notice I got tight skills
to the left, protectors of the right grill
Palms of the mysteries, styles cannot fuck with me
Cuts on the body, it's the technique that's me
is made from the gun and the blade
The one that's hit, it's the one with the six-tray
Things I do, it's just like the devil
Doin mad shit to cause mad
Throw up ya shit I'm crazy fuckin pissed
I'll beat that ass 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 real to the (zu zu zu zu)
We keep it real, (zu zu zu zu)
Fam', I a lot of land (zu zu zu zu)
All my is a clan (zu zu zu zu)
Thirty-six (zu zu zu zu)
zu (zu zu zu zu)
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Boom boom boom
Watch yo thoughts as they pass thru yo
try to be a friend to me 'cause you enemy
me