Luyện nghe bài hát Royal Priesthood

[Killah
Ugh, music
Ugh, ugh, ugh, Priesthood, uh huh, Royal
In my time, ya know, my time, went through a lot of
Yo, yo, yo

I write the realest, only my niggas will feel it
Though I'm not you now, let's connect in our spirit
Cut out the lights, talk to my in the dark
Let's share our pain, my niggas bring me close to heart
So the devil thought he broke us apart, nah, we through the stars
Through the ink that I in each bar
Show the soul as we share our inner thoughts
'cause I heard God listened once sin is
walk through my hood and I show you my struggle
Then we walk through your hood and you show me your
Plus those on your wrists, it's where the cops had cuffed you
Hard luck too? Well me too, peoples
Let's make a peace truce, all of the gangs
No between us, you and I is the same
As we build on a plain,
Like pyramids too mysterious for the human mind to
on!

[Chorus x2: Killah
All is due to man, woman and child
To the monuments that stand at the top of the
Let that have breath in it, give praise
To all my homies in the struggle, get

Priest]
When will they profit? The game is I loose my soul
How many options did I have before I choose roll?
see, what did spark it? Fuck school and hoes
Live in the projects, never rocked the newest
It's psychologic, somehow it seems foolish
From my pockets, love for jewels and dough
Catastrophic, the walls closing in
On all sides, the pressure the gem
A war cry was the breath I was in
A poor dopest as the golden pen
Called wise, among the chosen men
The lost tribe, my words were in
Each line words I was sewing with
I sit divine, my hold the globe with a grip
Flows I spit, I rip, that's showmanship
Tell the maid from the I fit
A covered the moon from a lunar eclipse
A passage to a tomb beneath the sands of Egypt
are lit, and the keys to the pianos are hit
There's the phantom, the mummy stands at the
Aztec Indians studying my
Puffing peace pipes, Priest deep when he writes
Bars are mystic, written Horror-glyphics
I it hard for critics to follow my lyrics
on!

x2

[Outro: Priest]
Uh huh, it, where's the troubles at?
priesthood, Emperor's music
Anybody try to us up, man, they get the curse of King Tut
forever, ugh, yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh huh
Maccabees, Sunz of Man, yeah the whole yeah