Luyện nghe bài hát View from Masada

[killah
Get it goin, yeah,
Feel this shit, word is
got shit on they mind
Get it out chest
You got to say?
it out
It's that shit
waited for this

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

Chorus: priest {2x}

Yo, the view from masada
The saga, priest the
The godfather, the
I write drama, decomposer, best
They watch us, build for
Behold the, the

priest]
Yo, we sip around golden candles
Wearin mantels, tellin ghost
I propose a toast, as a splash of lightning
The is stormy, then it dawned on me
It was a dope fiend and two hell shorties
That lured me, to my orgy
Apartment 4d, met a fine harlet named
She me, she seduced me with her beauty
Neck of jewelry, she wore a see-through gown
her eye she forced me to lay down
Then she me, was I new in town
And with a smile she said she has 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
Kisses of her lips taste like
Plus she the scent 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
Walks a raincoat, top hat, bow tie
And walkin 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
Masada the
priest, macabee worldwide
Yeah, pour the wine and your glass high into the sky
Yeah, that, haha
Yeah, yeah, we maintainin
Word, fuck all y'all fake ass other
Yeah,
Yeah...