Luyện nghe bài hát Purified Thoughts

"Am I a good ..."

[Ghostface
Take my hands out my pockets you can see my
Both of them turned green, countin the ones
Memorized by the glory, life
Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but couldn't do for me
Shout 'em out once in the blue and kid too
I never rocked with, laws they keep we cool
I devised my own stimulus, plan I'm
I'm of eatin those crumbs and black licorice
The frame of mind so {?} cleansin the mic
Let the pray over my head and wash
Thoughts, sterilized, purified,
Watch us men and fetch the green like barley
If that shit happen I'll feed his army
Talkin 'bout the angels and peeps in
Try to stay humble, and swallow my
In God I trust, now talk about the ones on your
Crisp dollar billin, catch me in a hut in Beneen
Village style, the children
Big pots of jasmine tea with
chantin me on like Coachella
Ghostface bom ba ye, kumbiya my
My death day, 24 tomb I lay
they 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)

[Killah
The Lord takes me, gathering speeds before
High currents, {?} places we wings
offering, thrones was there
Man with the 7 crowns on his dome was
Feet walked over rose petals, song the ghetto
Face froze in gold the pharaoh
A dawn in glory, robe of light, a cherub
As he the path, white doves cost the eyes of thugs
Eternal heartbeat, in the fire in his blood
700 were opened
It breaks to right, they threw the crooks in the
Scared, brass hair like it grew goatskin
The has spoken, tablets were broken
The smoke hand grabs an
Gravity grabbin me gradually me through hell's cavity
This is blasphemy, I fell where the be
God felt bad for me but cast me into Sea
Satan 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
Fast to put the rap on thinking cap, your hair gel
No such as a fair sale
He'll put the bullet out same day, airmail
And on this level a sell you garbage
No refund, the exchange from the cartridge
Where the youths is kept comin back they life earnings
Ready to a deal, soul and pipe burning
The outcome tragic, household
Living rooms to {?}, to attics
Support from the B, hit the courts a fiend
who betrayed one, who had lit the torch for his
So they sent him gifts, body per diem
in a box that prints but too dark to see 'em