Luyện nghe bài hát Purified Thoughts

"Am I a good ..."

Killah]
Take my hands out my pockets you can see my
Both of turned green, from countin the ones
Memorized by the glory, word
Cut off niggaz who Bill but couldn't do nuttin for me
Shout 'em out once in the blue and kid too
I rocked with, laws they keep away we cool
I devised my own stimulus, I'm niggarish
I'm of eatin those crumbs and black licorice
The frame of mind so {?} like the mic
Let the pray over my head and wash
Thoughts, sterilized, purified,
Watch us gift men and fetch the green barley
If that shit I'll feed his whole army
Talkin 'bout the angels and in Somali
Try to humble, and swallow my pride
In God I trust, now talk about the on your five
Crisp dollar billin, me in a little hut in Beneen
style, feedin the children
Big pots of jasmine tea with
Africans me on like Coachella
Ghostface bom ba ye, my Lord
My death day, 24 tomb I lay
Wishin could bury me, next to the prophets
Nabi, Lut, Is'haq, Musa, Harun,

"Am I a man?" (I don't know)
"Am I a fool?" (We'll see)

Priest]
The Lord takes me, speeds before winds
currents, {?} places we formin wings
Kings offering, was there
Man with the 7 on his dome was near
Feet over rose petals, song from the ghetto
Face froze in like the pharaoh
A in glory, robe of light, a powerful cherub
As he passed the path, white doves the eyes of thugs
Eternal heartbeat, in the fire in his blood
700 books were
It breaks to right, they threw the crooks in the
Scared, brass hair like it grew from
The has spoken, tablets were broken
The smoke hand grabs an
Gravity grabbin me draggin me through hell's cavity
This is blasphemy, I fell the jackals be
God felt bad for me but cast me into Sea
Satan draggin his key, Wu-Family's the
K.P., K.P.

"Am I a man? Am I a fool?
"Am I?"

He used to sling in the
Fast to put the rap on thinking cap, your hair gel
No such thing as a fair
He'll put the bullet out day, delivery airmail
And on this a thug'll sell you garbage
No refund, the exchange from the cartridge
Where the youths is kept comin back with they life
Ready to make a deal, and pipe burning
The outcome tragic, dramatic
Living rooms to {?}, basements to
Support the B, hit the courts from a fiend
who one, who had lit the torch for his team
So they sent him gifts, body parts per
in a box that held prints but too to see 'em