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 your
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, blew the breath in me
To rule is my destiny, mind is my
it be, priest, fly 'mitri's, dashikis
Suck from the titties of nefertitti, slept in teepees
Kings, pharoahs kiss the ring they see me
Is how they greet me, take weekly
by the havens, fed by a raven
Ate the beak of eagles, sat with hebrews
Broke bread with the people
Bit from the tree of good and
Ate dry fruit whole, swallowed the seeds too
in the land of the strong and feeble
Some had egos, were peaceful
Smile when they you
I appear, appeared the windows
With weirdos, saw who played with dildos
Nymphos, wrapped they legs around satin
Silver robe, holdin the
Mexicanos, and negros
the life of thug passion heros
We live in projects with ghetto belly
That us, when you see us bring yo cameras

Chorus: priest {2x}

Yo, it's the from masada
The saga, the author
The godfather, the
I drama, decomposer, best noah
watch us, build for hours
Behold the, the

priest]
Yo, we sip wine around candles
Wearin mantels, tellin ghost
I propose a toast, as a whole of lightning
The sky's is stormy, it dawned on me
It was a fiend and two hell scorchened shorties
That lured me, to my first
Apartment 4d, met a fine harlet audrey
She adored me, she seduced me with her
Neck full of jewelry, she wore a see-through
her eye she forced me to lay down
Then she me, was I new in town
And a smile she said she has peace offerings
This day she her vow
Let us make love and we worship an owl
This war lady, when she to play me
Get me in the bed to me
of her lips taste like taffy
Plus she the scent of tasprey
Ask me if attracts me
Whispers in my ear are pure
She said I decked my bed with mur, and roses, cinnamon
It's a place for gentlemen, with a youthful look I in
The sins of men, the devil's lust, the luck of
cat eyes, her man's a rabbi
Walks a raincoat, top hat, bow tie
And with a cane, puffin his pipe
Saw me the blinds fuckin his wife
I busted her twice, grabbed me by my
out a knife, 'nough said, bloodshed at the end of the night

Chorus

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