Luyện nghe bài hát View from Masada

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

Month august, year '70, of my mom's pregnancy
Beginnin of masada's legacy, christ blew the in me
To rule is my destiny, mind is my
Bless it be, priest, fly 'mitri's,
Suck from the fine of nefertitti, slept in teepees
Kings, kiss the ring when they see me
Is how they greet me, trips weekly
Dwell by the havens, fed by a
Ate from the of eagles, sat with hebrews
Broke bread with the people
Bit from the tree of good and
Ate this dry fruit whole, the seeds too
Lived in the of the strong and feeble
Some had egos, some were
Smile they greet you
I appear, through the windows
With weirdos, saw widows who played with
Nymphos, wrapped they legs satin pillows
robe, holdin the rose
Mexicanos, latin and
Lived the life of thug heros
We live in with ghetto belly dancers
That enchant us, when you see us yo cameras

Chorus: killah {2x}

Yo, it's the view masada
The saga, the author
The godfather, the
I write drama, decomposer, noah
They us, build for hours
the, behold 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 scorchened shorties
That lured me, to my first
Apartment 4d, met a fine harlet named
She adored me, she seduced me 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 a smile she said she has peace offerings
This day she her vow
Let us make love and we worship an owl
war lady, when she tried to play me
Get me in the bed to me
of her lips taste like taffy
Plus she wore the of tasprey
Ask me if attracts me
Whispers in my ear are pure
She said I my bed with mur, aloes 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
with a raincoat, top hat, bow tie
And with a cane, puffin his pipe
Saw me through the blinds fuckin his
I busted her twice, me by my windpipe
Pulled out a knife, said, bloodshed at the end of the night

Chorus

[killah
Yeah,
Got to lay down the law, you
the beloved
Killah priest, worldwide
Yeah, pour the wine and raise glass high into the sky
Yeah, like that,
Yeah, yeah, we just
Word, fuck all y'all fake ass other
Yeah,
Yeah...