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 somethin to
it out
It's that shit
I've waited for

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

Chorus: killah {2x}

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

[killah
Yo, we sip wine golden candles
Wearin mantels, tellin stories
I propose a toast, as a whole splash of
The sky's is stormy, then it on me
It was a dope fiend and two hell scorchened
lured me, to my first orgy
Apartment 4d, met a fine harlet audrey
She adored me, she seduced me 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 she said she has peace offerings
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
Kisses of her lips taste like
Plus she wore the of tasprey
Ask me if that me
Whispers in my ear are pure
She I decked my bed with mur, aloes and roses, cinnamon
It's a place for gentlemen, with a youthful look I in
The of men, the devil's lust, the luck of women
With cat eyes, her a rabbi
with 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
out a knife, 'nough said, bloodshed at the end of the night

Chorus

priest]
Yeah,
Got to lay the law, you know?
the beloved
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...