Luyện nghe bài hát Royal Monk

[intro: buddha monk, (dutch 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. lions and 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)

monk]
My creation comes from a style,
Assassination, cuts on like an arabian
First one steps, dies from vocals of breathe
What's next? left standin with contacts
The buddha's criminology is the study of anthropology
Most knowledge cuts minds, it's mathematics,
So lets proceed to give of ass-whippins
This will flow on, from of twelve kins
Forced to give you death by means of
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 like whiplash, stains the brain fast
Brains will be cracked with swiftness of
Within blowin verses, God lives in this game
No time to deal with the mentality, style is no
What's the reason for you wantin to in this reality?
deal with cautions, with devils and snakes
Try to gain from my style, and that ass will get
No laughs, just grins, no mistakes that kins
with all you fuckin ill-minded delinquents
Raps get tossed up, I'm ferocious white lotus
Diagnosis, shows and proves, no pocus
My lyrics froze mcs at velocity
packin dry ice, the mind catches burn freeze

[interlude: 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)

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 balls in skins, don't worry I ain't gonna bit ya
Safe as plantbase, no for domination
Zu comes with styles of gods many generations
Forces in the dark, come 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
Cuts to the left, of the right grill
Palms of the mysteries, your styles fuck with me
Cuts on the body, it's the technique inside me
is made from the gun and the blade
The only one that's hit, it's the one with the
that I do, it's just like the devil
Doin mad shit to mad trouble
Throw up ya shit 'cause I'm crazy pissed
beat that ass with chains, sticks and whips

[outro: dutch killa, (buddha monk)]
And that's it, how it goes (zu zu zu zu)
Be or be phony, moni, macaroni (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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(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)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
Boom boom boom
Watch yo thoughts as they pass thru yo
Don't try to be a friend to me you enemy
me