Luyện nghe bài hát Royal Priesthood

[Killah
Ugh, Emperor's
Ugh, ugh, ugh, Priesthood, uh huh, Emperor
In my time, ya know, my time, through a lot of things
Yo, yo, yo

I the realest, only my true niggas will 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 bring me close to your heart
So the devil thought he broke us apart, nah, we through the stars
Through the ink that I write in bar
Show the soul as we share our inner thoughts
'cause I heard God once sin is taught
Beginners walk through my and I show you my struggle
Then we walk through your hood and you me your hustle
Plus those marks on your wrists, it's the cops had cuffed you
luck too? Well me too, screaming 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 praise is due to man, and child
To the that stand at the top of the Nile
Let everything that have in it, give praise
To all my homies in the struggle, get

Priest]
When will profit? The game is where I loose my soul
How options 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
psychologic, somehow it seems foolish though
From my pockets, only love for and dough
Catastrophic, the walls came in
On all sides, the pressure the gem
A war cry was the I was holding in
A poor scribe as the golden pen
Called wise, blessed among the men
The lost tribe, my were woven in
Each line like words I was sewing
I sit divine, my hold the globe with a grip
Flows I spit, I rip, that's showmanship
the maid from the robes I fit
A blackness covered the moon from a lunar
A passage leads to a tomb beneath the of Egypt
Candles are lit, and the to the pianos are hit
There's the phantom, the mummy at the cliff
Aztec Indians studying my
Puffing pipes, Priest gets deep when he writes
are mystic, written like Horror-glyphics
I made it hard for critics to follow my
on!

x2

[Outro: Killah
Uh huh, Feel it, where's the 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, the whole thing yeah