Luyện nghe bài hát Purified Thoughts

"Am I a man? ..."

Killah]
Take my hands out my pockets you can see my
Both of them turned green, countin the ones
by the glory, word life
Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but do nuttin for me
'em out every once in the blue and kid too
I never rocked with, laws keep away we cool
I devised my own stimulus, I'm niggarish
I'm tired of those crumbs and black licorice
The of mind so {?} like cleansin the mic
Let the imam pray over my and wash
Thoughts, sterilized, purified,
Watch us gift men and fetch the like barley
If that shit happen feed his whole army
'bout the angels and peeps in Somali
Try to stay humble, and my pride
In God I trust, now talk about the on your five
dollar billin, catch me in a little hut in Beneen
Village style, the children
Big of jasmine tea with Mandela
Africans chantin me on like
bom ba ye, kumbiya my Lord
My death day, 24 karat I lay
Wishin they could me, next to the prophets
Nabi, Lut, Is'haq, Musa, Harun,

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

Priest]
The Lord takes me, speeds before winds
High currents, {?} we formin wings
offering, thrones was there
Man the 7 crowns on his dome was near
Feet walked rose petals, song from the ghetto
Face froze in gold like the
A dawn in glory, of light, a powerful cherub
As he passed the path, white cost the eyes of thugs
Eternal heartbeat, in the dark in his blood
700 books opened
It breaks to right, they threw the in the ocean
Scared, brass hair like it from goatskin
The chosen has spoken, were broken
The smoke grabs an omen
grabbin me gradually draggin me through hell's cavity
This is blasphemy, I fell where the be
God felt bad for me but me into Caspain Sea
Satan draggin his key, the faculty
K.P., K.P.

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

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