Luyện nghe bài hát View from Masada

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

Month august, '70, endin of my mom's pregnancy
Beginnin of masada's legacy, christ the breath in me
To is my destiny, mind is my weapontry
it be, priest, fly 'mitri's, dashikis
Suck from the fine titties of nefertitti, slept in
Kings, kiss the ring when they see me
Is how they greet me, take trips
Dwell by the havens, fed by a
Ate from the beak of eagles, sat with
Broke bread with the holy
Bit from the tree of good and
Ate dry fruit whole, swallowed the seeds too
Lived in the land of the and feeble
had egos, some were peaceful
Smile they 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
the life of thug passion heros
We live in with ghetto belly dancers
That enchant us, when you see us yo cameras

Chorus: killah priest

Yo, the view from masada
The saga, the author
The godfather, the
I drama, decomposer, best noah
They watch us, for hours
the, behold the

[killah
Yo, we sip wine golden candles
mantels, tellin ghost stories
I propose a toast, as a splash of lightning
The sky's is stormy, then it on me
It was a dope fiend and two hell scorchened
That me, to my first orgy
Apartment 4d, met a fine harlet audrey
She adored me, she seduced me with her
Neck full of jewelry, she a see-through gown
With her eye she forced me to lay
she asked me, was I new in town
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, 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
in my ear are pure blasphemy
She I decked my bed with 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 a rabbi
Walks a raincoat, top hat, bow tie
And walkin a cane, puffin his pipe
Saw me the blinds fuckin his wife
I her twice, grabbed me by my windpipe
out a knife, 'nough said, bloodshed at the end of the night

Chorus

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