Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only rhyme for
Nigga, you should wherever the spirit goes
Here it goes, miracles
These are from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights my mind out of stereotypes
For heights, I write like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured with the hieroglyphicable
flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the
I don't rhyme for the of riddlin' though
is a ritual for those depicted as low
Now I passed like I've been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To
Us Back, coldest
For me the is like a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find forever and I
I'm from the where they spray
gotta be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder what heaven say? Devils need to get away
Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I where the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they need better
rhymin' like their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, and stars was born
It's hard to explain how pyramids formed

Talent that I got riz-ock the spot
Mcs be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
Talent that I got riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I burn, burn, burn

I on the planet, never took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, a high standard
The Roots are my niggas so I gotta fly
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I with
Dude I was a hero, I ain't nothing but a sandwich
A gluten-free one at that, my eyes see my raps
My bio is from what we need rap
On Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And with that new black spiritual
rap's a miracle, condition now critical
Game lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap you like Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the door-to-door name the corridor of fame
I walk like an Egyptian on a mission to to conditions
a vision of what we wishing
I've been commissioned to deprison the prism of your
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a
Shift the with a pair of rhymes
Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama on incense rising from the dresser
of a fresher god
Influenced by the life of the former, Chesimard
Shakur, I gotta do more
The light-skinned who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius uses pottery for
I'm on a world with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the stand

Talent that I got will the spot
Mcs be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the
Mcs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn,