Luyện nghe bài hát Royal Priesthood

[Killah
Ugh, music
Ugh, ugh, ugh, Priesthood, uh huh, Emperor
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 in our spirit
Cut out the lights, to my ghost in the dark
share our pain, my niggas bring me close to your heart
So the thought he broke us apart, nah, we lick through the stars
Through the ink that I in each bar
the soul as we share our most inner thoughts
'cause I heard God listened sin is taught
walk through my hood and I show you my struggle
Then we through your hood and you show me your hustle
Plus those marks on your wrists, it's where the cops had you
Hard luck too? Well me too, screaming
Let's a peace truce, unify all of the gangs
No between us, you and I is the same
As we build on a plain,
Like too mysterious for the human mind to explain
on!

[Chorus x2: Killah
All praise is due to man, woman and
To the that stand at the top of the Nile
Let everything 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 options did I have before I choose this roll?
Let's see, did spark it? Fuck school and hoes
Live in the projects, never the newest clothes
psychologic, somehow it seems 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 I was holding in
A poor scribe as the golden pen
Called wise, blessed the chosen men
The lost tribe, my words were in
Each 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 covered the moon from a lunar eclipse
A passage leads to a beneath the sands of Egypt
Candles are lit, and the to the pianos are hit
the phantom, the mummy stands at the cliff
Aztec Indians studying my
Puffing pipes, Priest gets deep when he writes
Bars are mystic, like Horror-glyphics
I it hard for critics to follow my lyrics
on!

x2

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