Luyện nghe bài hát Purified Thoughts

"Am I a good ..."

Killah]
Take my out my pockets you can see my thumbs
Both of them turned green, from countin the
by the glory, word life
Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but couldn't do for me
'em out every once in the blue and kid too
I never rocked with, they keep away we cool
I my own stimulus, plan I'm niggarish
I'm of eatin those crumbs and black licorice
The frame of so {?} like cleansin the mic
Let the imam over my head and wash
Thoughts, sterilized, purified,
Watch us gift men and fetch the green barley
If that shit happen I'll feed his whole
Talkin 'bout the angels and in Somali
Try to humble, and swallow my pride
In God I trust, now talk the ones on your five
Crisp dollar billin, catch me in a hut in Beneen
Village style, the children
Big pots of tea with Mandela
Africans chantin me on like
Ghostface bom ba ye, kumbiya my
My death day, 24 tomb I lay
Wishin they could bury me, next to the
Nabi, Lut, Is'haq, Musa, Harun,

"Am I a good man?" (I know)
"Am I a fool?" (We'll see)

Priest]
The Lord me, gathering speeds before winds
High currents, {?} we formin wings
offering, thrones was there
Man with the 7 crowns on his was near
walked over rose petals, song from the ghetto
Face in gold like the pharaoh
A dawn in glory, robe of light, a cherub
As he passed the path, white doves the eyes of thugs
Eternal heartbeat, in the dark in his blood
700 books opened
It breaks to right, threw the crooks in the ocean
Scared, brass hair like it grew from
The chosen has spoken, were broken
The hand grabs an omen
Gravity grabbin me gradually draggin me through cavity
This is blasphemy, I where the jackals be
God felt bad for me but cast me Caspain Sea
Satan draggin his key, the faculty
K.P., K.P.

"Am I a good man? Am I a
"Am I?"

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