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. and tigers and bears)
(that's what 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)
I'ma hit you in ya on time, boy
(lions and and bears)
(lions and and bears)
for the war, check it
(lions and and bears)

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

[interlude: buddha monk, (dutch 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 head for
Mona lisa leaves it, ah fuck the boards, here comes the
Raw is the slang of 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
in the dark, shall come to the light
I prevail, I rip chins and I tear out like frost bite
You hold up ya shield, just 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, the technique that's inside me
is made from the gun and the blade
The only one that's hit, it's the one with the
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 with chains, and whips

[outro: dutch killa, (buddha monk)]
And that's it, 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 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)
returns (zu zu zu zu)
zu (zu zu zu zu)
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(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
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(zu zu zu zu)
Boom boom boom
Watch yo thoughts as they thru yo memory
Don't try to be a to me 'cause you enemy
me