Luyện nghe bài hát Excalibur

[Killah
it, it's war
Priesthood,
(Mother was pregnant from third thing
Your in lock it, I have tasted
the maggots of the man, I was no up in
But I knew I had to above it all
Or in all shit)

Priest, Proverbs,
Y'all cats think I was just gonna come off, and I get none
Thought y'all wasn't hear from me again,
right baby, Killah Priest, Priesthood, Priest Stone

Know I mean? Priesthood, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, this is Priest, yo, Priest, Priest Stone, Priesthood
Back for good, know what I mean? Thought y'all wasn't hear from me again
Now I gotta on everybody (family) everybody battlin'
Battlin' in the street, whatever, this out, yo

Priest]
It's Priest standin' in his greatness, God's
I rock the Star like David, my Queens bath it
I walk past, they start
Each arm, a thousand bracelets, face it, I'm the

Made women drunk the royal fragrance
I rock the in fashion, my jewelry flashin'
In other countries, can hear my magnums
When they blastin', I they sound like thunder clappin'

Hit you in your stomach, watch you start
Who gives a fuck if platinum?
If you're lyin' in a casket
For good, now Hood...

Yo, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall
Enemies lie while I'm clutchin' my tech
on, the Priest, the Prophet, the King, the God
The sun, you see him when I'm poppin' my gun
on...

[Killah
Thou shall fear me, only as thou'se guilty
Feel me, sincerely yours, Priest, now industry tried to me
sat at tables, like the Savior at The Last Supper
Amongst nine rap lovers, three hustlers, with gats covered

Peep my last words, in the Proverbs, me
If worthy, I 'member your ass show
When was wet and cold, I cover y'all with robes
Gave y'all flows, when y'all give soul

I y'all flesh, covered y'all bones
Breathed in you, sat y'all in
Now y'all betrayed me, I thee from babies
To were grown men

For birthday, I gave y'all your own pen
To write with, of vipers, and snakes and biters
I y'all about the depths of words and dark sentences
Now y'all don't remember shit, but try to it

When I see my crown, just me it, it's mine
Seek your own rhyme, it's on, seek your own rhymes, on!

[Killah
I lay down, with the mac or the pound
Pop 'em, 'em out with they backs to the ground
Leave 'em lost in the woods, find them with hounds
My four five'll turn a from fatigues to bow-ties, no lie

Put a nigga close by, the High
Or a Dream Catcher, the Indian myth, pick one
Semi or fifth, your get hit, ladies spell my shit
A-D-D, I-see-T, I-V-E, lick your lips, try me

Contestants, 'em up to I.V.
In hospital, I pop pistols, get ya hit like Hot Nikkels
Killah Priest, the Priest Stone, or Priest, I pop three
Leave rappers in memory, the be me
Priesthood, A.K.A. Body, yo

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