Luyện nghe bài hát Purified Thoughts

"Am I a good ..."

Killah]
Take my hands out my pockets you can see my
of them 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 every once in the and kid too
I never rocked with, laws keep away we cool
I devised my own stimulus, I'm niggarish
I'm tired of eatin 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 feed his whole army
Talkin the angels and peeps 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
style, feedin the children
Big pots of tea with Mandela
Africans me on like Coachella
Ghostface bom ba ye, kumbiya my
My day, 24 karat 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)

[Killah
The Lord takes me, gathering speeds before
currents, {?} places we formin wings
Kings offering, was there
Man with the 7 crowns on his dome was
walked over rose petals, song from the ghetto
Face froze in gold the pharaoh
A dawn in glory, robe of light, a cherub
As he passed the path, white doves cost the eyes of
Eternal heartbeat, in the dark in his blood
700 books were
It breaks to right, they the crooks in the ocean
Scared, brass hair like it grew goatskin
The chosen has spoken, were broken
The smoke hand grabs an
Gravity grabbin me draggin me through hell's cavity
is blasphemy, I fell where the jackals 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 used to in the stairwell
Fast to put the rap on cap, ignite your hair gel
No thing as a fair sale
He'll put the bullet out day, delivery airmail
And on this level a thug'll you garbage
No refund, the only exchange the cartridge
Where the youths is kept comin back with they earnings
Ready to make a deal, and pipe burning
The tragic, household dramatic
rooms to {?}, basements to attics
Support from the B, hit the courts from a
who one, who had lit the torch for his team
So they sent him gifts, body parts per
in a box that prints but too dark to see 'em