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 your
You got somethin to
it out
It's that priest
I've waited for

Month august, year '70, 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 the fine titties of nefertitti, slept in teepees
Kings, pharoahs the ring when they see me
Is how they greet me, take trips
Dwell by the havens, fed by a
Ate the beak of eagles, sat with hebrews
Broke with the holy people
Bit from the of good and evil
Ate this dry fruit whole, the seeds too
in the land of the strong and feeble
Some had egos, some peaceful
Smile when greet you
I appear, through the windows
weirdos, saw widows who played with dildos
Nymphos, wrapped they legs around satin
Silver robe, the rose
Mexicanos, latin and
the life of thug passion heros
We live in projects with ghetto belly
That enchant us, you see us bring yo cameras

Chorus: priest {2x}

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

[killah
Yo, we sip wine golden candles
Wearin mantels, 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 scorchened shorties
That lured me, to my first
4d, met a fine 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 make love and afterwards we an owl
This war lady, when she to play me
Get me in the bed to me
Kisses of her taste like taffy
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, a youthful look 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 a cane, puffin his pipe
Saw me through the blinds fuckin his
I busted her twice, me by my windpipe
out a knife, 'nough said, bloodshed at the end of the night

Chorus

[killah
Yeah,
Got to lay the law, you know?
the beloved
Killah priest, worldwide
Yeah, pour the wine and raise your high into the sky
Yeah, that, haha
Yeah, yeah, we maintainin
Word, fuck all y'all ass other niggaz
Yeah,
Yeah...