Luyện nghe bài hát Excalibur

[Killah
That's it, war
Priesthood,
(Mother Earth was pregnant third thing
Your in lock with it, I tasted
the of the man, I was no up in this
But I knew I had to rise it all
Or in all shit)

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

Know I mean? Priesthood, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, is Priest, yo, Killah Priest, Priest Stone, Priesthood
Back for good, know what I mean? y'all wasn't gonna hear from me again
Now I gotta scream on (family) everybody battlin'
Battlin' in the street, whatever, check 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 wavin'
arm, a thousand bracelets, face it, I'm the greatest

Made drunk from the royal fragrance
I the latest in fashion, my jewelry flashin'
In other countries, they can hear my
When they blastin', I heard they like thunder clappin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Put a nigga close by, the Most
Or he's a Dream Catcher, the Indian myth, one
Semi or fifth, your shell get hit, ladies spell my
A-D-D, I-see-T, I-V-E, your lips, come try me

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

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