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 I had to rise above it all
Or in all shit)

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

Know I mean? Priesthood, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, this is Priest, yo, Killah Priest, Priest Stone,
Back for good, know what I mean? Thought y'all gonna hear from me again
Now I scream on everybody (family) everybody battlin'
in the street, whatever, check this out, yo

[Killah
Priest standin' in his greatness, God's favorite
I rock the Star like King David, my bath it
I walk past, they start
Each arm, a thousand bracelets, it, I'm the greatest

Made women from the royal fragrance
I the latest in fashion, my jewelry flashin'
In other countries, they can my magnums
When they blastin', I heard they sound like 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
lie down while I'm clutchin' my tech
on, the Priest, the Prophet, the King, the God
The sun, you see him quickly I'm poppin' my gun
on...

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

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

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

For birthday, I gave y'all your own pen
To write with, beware of vipers, and and biters
I taught about the depths of words and dark sentences
Now y'all remember shit, but try to mimic it

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

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

Put a nigga close by, the High
Or he's a Dream Catcher, the myth, pick one
Semi or fifth, your shell get hit, spell my shit
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 rappers in memory, the be me
Priesthood, A.K.A. Body, yo

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