Luyện nghe bài hát View from Masada

[killah
Get it goin, yeah,
this shit, word is bond
Niggaz got shit on mind
Get it out chest
You got to say?
it out
It's priest shit
I've for this

august, year '70, endin of my mom's pregnancy
Beginnin of masada's legacy, blew the breath in me
To rule is my destiny, mind is my
it be, priest, fly 'mitri's, dashikis
Suck the fine titties of nefertitti, slept in teepees
Kings, pharoahs kiss the ring when see me
Is how they greet me, take trips
by the havens, fed by a raven
Ate from the beak of eagles, sat hebrews
Broke bread with the holy
Bit the tree of good and evil
Ate this dry whole, swallowed the seeds too
Lived in the of the strong and feeble
Some had egos, some peaceful
Smile when greet you
I appear, through the windows
With weirdos, saw widows who with dildos
Nymphos, they legs around satin pillows
Silver robe, holdin the
Mexicanos, latin and
the life of thug passion heros
We live in projects ghetto belly dancers
That us, when you see us bring yo cameras

Chorus: killah {2x}

Yo, the view from masada
The saga, the author
The godfather, the
I write drama, decomposer, noah
They watch us, for hours
Behold the, the

[killah
Yo, we sip wine golden candles
Wearin mantels, tellin ghost
I propose a toast, as a whole splash of
The is stormy, then it dawned on me
It was a dope fiend and two hell scorchened
That me, to my first orgy
Apartment 4d, met a fine named audrey
She me, she seduced me with her beauty
Neck full of jewelry, she a see-through gown
With her eye she me to lay down
Then she asked me, was I new in
And with a she said she has peace offerings
day she paid her vow
Let us make love and afterwards we an owl
This war lady, when she to play me
Get me in the bed to me
Kisses of her lips taste taffy
Plus she wore the of tasprey
Ask me if that me
in my ear are pure blasphemy
She said I decked my bed with mur, and roses, cinnamon
a place for gentlemen, with a youthful look I entered in
The sins of men, the devil's lust, the of women
With cat eyes, her a rabbi
Walks a raincoat, top hat, bow tie
And with a cane, puffin his pipe
Saw me through the blinds fuckin his
I her twice, grabbed me by my windpipe
Pulled out a knife, 'nough said, bloodshed at the end of the

{2x}

[killah
Yeah,
Got to lay down the law, you
Masada the
priest, macabee worldwide
Yeah, the wine and raise your glass high into the sky
Yeah, like that,
Yeah, yeah, we maintainin
Word, all y'all fake ass other niggaz
Yeah,
Yeah...