Luyện nghe bài hát View from Masada

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

Month august, year '70, endin of my pregnancy
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, pharoahs kiss the ring when see me
Is how they greet me, trips weekly
by the havens, fed by a raven
Ate from the beak of eagles, sat hebrews
Broke with the holy people
Bit the tree of good and evil
Ate dry fruit whole, swallowed the seeds too
Lived in the land of the strong and
Some had egos, were peaceful
Smile they greet you
I appear, appeared the windows
With weirdos, saw widows who with dildos
Nymphos, wrapped they legs satin pillows
Silver robe, holdin the
Mexicanos, latin and
Lived the life of thug heros
We live in projects ghetto belly dancers
That enchant us, when you see us bring yo

Chorus: priest {2x}

Yo, the view from masada
The saga, the author
The godfather, the
I write drama, decomposer, noah
watch us, build for hours
Behold the, the

[killah
Yo, we sip wine around candles
Wearin mantels, ghost stories
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
lured 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 wore a gown
her eye she forced me to lay down
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 we worship an owl
This war lady, when she tried to me
Get me in the bed to me
Kisses of her taste like taffy
Plus she the scent of tasprey
Ask me if attracts me
Whispers in my ear are pure
She said I decked my bed with mur, aloes and roses,
It's a place for gentlemen, with a youthful look I in
The sins of men, the devil's lust, the of women
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 fuckin his wife
I busted her twice, grabbed me by my
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, macabee
Yeah, pour the wine and raise glass high into the sky
Yeah, that, haha
Yeah, yeah, we just
Word, fuck all fake ass other niggaz
Yeah,
Yeah...