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

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

Priest]
When will they profit? The game is where I loose my
How many options did I have before I choose this
see, what did spark it? Fuck school and hoes
Live in the projects, never rocked the clothes
psychologic, somehow it seems foolish though
From my pockets, only love for jewels and
Catastrophic, the came 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, blessed the chosen men
The lost tribe, my words woven in
line like words I was sewing with
I sit divine, my palm the globe with a grip
I spit, shows I rip, that's showmanship
Tell the from the robes I fit
A blackness the moon from a lunar eclipse
A passage leads to a tomb the sands of Egypt
are lit, and the keys to the pianos are hit
There's the phantom, the mummy stands at the
Aztec studying my sanscript
Puffing peace pipes, Priest gets deep he writes
are mystic, written like Horror-glyphics
I it hard for critics to follow my lyrics
on!

x2

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