Luyện nghe bài hát View from Masada

[killah
Get it goin, yeah,
this shit, word is bond
Niggaz got shit on they
Get it out your
You got somethin to
it out
It's that shit
I've waited for

Month august, year '70, endin of my mom's
of masada's legacy, christ blew the breath in me
To is my destiny, mind is my weapontry
Bless it be, priest, fly 'mitri's,
from the fine titties of nefertitti, slept in teepees
Kings, pharoahs kiss the when they see me
Is how they greet me, take trips
Dwell by the havens, fed by a
Ate the beak of eagles, sat with hebrews
Broke bread with the people
Bit the tree of good and evil
Ate dry fruit whole, swallowed the seeds too
Lived in the land of the and feeble
had egos, some were peaceful
Smile when greet you
I appear, through the windows
With weirdos, saw widows who played dildos
Nymphos, wrapped they legs around pillows
Silver robe, the rose
Mexicanos, latin and
Lived the of thug passion heros
We live in with ghetto belly dancers
That enchant us, when you see us bring yo

Chorus: priest {2x}

Yo, it's the view masada
The saga, priest the
The godfather, the
I write drama, decomposer, noah
They watch us, for hours
the, behold the

[killah
Yo, we sip wine around candles
Wearin mantels, ghost stories
I propose a toast, as a whole of lightning
The sky's is stormy, then it on me
It was a dope fiend and two hell scorchened
lured me, to my first orgy
Apartment 4d, met a fine harlet audrey
She adored me, she seduced me with her
full of jewelry, she wore 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
This day she her vow
Let us make and afterwards 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 wore the scent of
Ask me if that me
Whispers in my ear are blasphemy
She said I my bed with mur, aloes and roses, cinnamon
It's a place for gentlemen, with a look I entered in
The sins of men, the devil's lust, the luck of
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, 'nough said, at the end of the night

Chorus

priest]
Yeah,
Got to lay down the law, you
Masada the
Killah priest, macabee
Yeah, pour the wine and raise glass high into the sky
Yeah, that, haha
Yeah, yeah, we maintainin
Word, all y'all fake ass other niggaz
Yeah,
Yeah...