Luyện nghe bài hát View from Masada

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

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

killah priest {2x}

Yo, it's the view masada
The saga, the author
The godfather, the
I write drama, decomposer, best
They us, build for hours
Behold the, the

[killah
Yo, we sip wine around golden
mantels, tellin ghost stories
I a toast, as a whole splash of lightning
The is stormy, then it dawned on me
It was a dope fiend and two hell shorties
That me, to my first orgy
Apartment 4d, met a harlet named audrey
She me, she seduced me with her beauty
full of jewelry, she wore a see-through gown
With her eye she forced me to lay
she asked me, was I new in town
And with a smile she said she has peace
day she paid her vow
Let us love and afterwards we worship an owl
war lady, when she tried 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 attracts me
Whispers in my ear are blasphemy
She I decked my bed with mur, aloes and roses, cinnamon
It's a place for gentlemen, with a youthful I entered 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 walkin with a cane, puffin his
Saw me through the blinds his wife
I her twice, grabbed me by my windpipe
out a knife, 'nough said, bloodshed at the end of the night

Chorus

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