Luyện nghe bài hát Royal Priesthood

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

I write the realest, only my true niggas feel it
Though I'm not with you now, let's connect in our
Cut out the lights, talk to my in the dark
Let's share our pain, my niggas bring me to your heart
So the devil he broke us apart, nah, we lick 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 sin is taught
walk through my hood and I show you my struggle
Then we walk through hood and you show me your hustle
Plus those on your wrists, it's where the cops had cuffed you
Hard luck too? me too, screaming peoples
make a peace truce, unify all of the gangs
No quarrels us, you and I is the same
As we on a higher plain,
pyramids too mysterious for the human mind to explain
on!

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

Priest]
When will they profit? The game is where I my soul
How many did I have before I choose this roll?
see, what did spark it? Fuck school and hoes
Live in the projects, never rocked the newest
It's psychologic, somehow it foolish though
From my pockets, only love for jewels and
Catastrophic, the came closing in
On all sides, the expose the gem
A war cry was the breath I was in
A scribe dopest as the golden pen
Called wise, blessed the chosen men
The lost tribe, my words woven in
Each like words I was sewing with
I sit divine, my palm hold the with a grip
Flows I spit, shows I rip, that's
Tell the maid from the I fit
A blackness covered the moon from a lunar
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 at the cliff
Indians studying my sanscript
Puffing peace pipes, gets deep when he writes
are mystic, written like Horror-glyphics
I made it hard for critics to follow my
on!

x2

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