Luyện nghe bài hát View from Masada

[killah
Get it goin, yeah,
Feel this shit, 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, endin of my mom's
Beginnin of masada's legacy, christ blew the in me
To rule is my destiny, mind is my
it be, priest, fly 'mitri's, dashikis
Suck from the fine titties of nefertitti, slept in
Kings, pharoahs the ring when they see me
Is how they me, take trips weekly
by the havens, fed by a raven
Ate from the of eagles, sat with hebrews
bread with the holy people
Bit from the of good and evil
Ate dry fruit whole, swallowed the seeds too
in the land of the strong and feeble
Some had egos, some peaceful
Smile when they you
I appear, appeared the windows
With weirdos, saw widows who played dildos
Nymphos, they legs around satin pillows
Silver robe, holdin the
Mexicanos, latin and
Lived the life of thug passion
We live in projects with ghetto dancers
enchant us, when you see us bring yo cameras

Chorus: priest {2x}

Yo, it's the from masada
The saga, priest the
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 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 shorties
That lured me, to my orgy
4d, met a fine harlet named audrey
She adored me, she seduced me her beauty
Neck of jewelry, she wore a see-through gown
With her eye she forced me to lay
Then she me, was I new in town
And with a smile she she has peace offerings
day she paid her vow
Let us make love and afterwards we an owl
This war lady, she tried to play me
Get me in the bed to me
Kisses of her lips taste taffy
Plus she wore the scent of
Ask me if attracts me
Whispers in my ear are pure
She said I decked my bed mur, aloes 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
With cat eyes, her man's a
Walks a raincoat, top hat, bow tie
And with a cane, puffin his pipe
Saw me through the fuckin his wife
I her twice, grabbed me by my windpipe
Pulled out a knife, 'nough said, bloodshed at the end of the

Chorus

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