Luyện nghe bài hát Purified Thoughts

"Am I a man? ..."

Killah]
Take my out my pockets you can see my thumbs
of them turned green, from countin the ones
Memorized by the glory, life
Cut off who killed Bill but couldn't do nuttin for me
Shout 'em out once in the blue and kid too
I never rocked with, they keep away we cool
I devised my own stimulus, plan I'm
I'm tired of eatin crumbs and black licorice
The of mind so {?} like cleansin the mic
Let the pray over my head and wash
Thoughts, sterilized, purified,
us gift men and fetch the green like barley
If that shit happen feed his whole army
Talkin 'bout the angels and in Somali
Try to stay humble, and 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 Mandela
chantin me on like Coachella
Ghostface bom ba ye, kumbiya my
My death day, 24 tomb I lay
Wishin they 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)

[Killah
The Lord takes me, gathering speeds winds
High currents, {?} places we wings
Kings offering, thrones was
Man with the 7 crowns on his dome was
Feet walked over rose petals, song the ghetto
Face in gold like the pharaoh
A dawn in glory, of light, a powerful cherub
As he passed the path, white doves cost the of thugs
Eternal heartbeat, in the fire in his blood
700 books opened
It breaks to right, threw the crooks in the ocean
Scared, brass hair like it grew goatskin
The has spoken, tablets were broken
The smoke grabs an omen
Gravity grabbin me gradually me through hell's cavity
This is blasphemy, I where the jackals be
God felt bad for me but me into Caspain Sea
draggin his key, Wu-Family's the faculty
K.P., K.P.

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

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