Luyện nghe bài hát Royal Monk

[intro: monk, (dutch masta killa)]
Ain't no smokin no God damn dutch in 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)
Look at this shit comin at
(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)
Prepare for the war, it
(lions and and bears)

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

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

monk]
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 slang of this
My digs in skins, don't worry I ain't gonna bit ya
Safe as plantbase, no for domination
Zu comes with styles of gods from generations
in the dark, shall come to the light
I prevail, I rip chins and I tear ligaments out frost bite
You hold up ya shield, 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 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 cause mad
Throw up ya shit I'm crazy fuckin pissed
I'll beat that ass with chains, sticks and

dutch masta killa, (buddha monk)]
And it, that's how it goes (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 is a clan (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
Don't try to be a to me 'cause you enemy
me