Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme the spirit goes
it goes, lyrical miracles
These are pyramids from the
In theory, though, low end
sound boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial blew my mind out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I write Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls the mystics of Kemet would go
wisdom in my system is the kick in the door
I don't rhyme for the sake of though
This is a ritual for depicted as low
Now I passed life like I've here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of To Hold
Us Back, raps
For me the globe is a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find forever and I
I'm from the weather where they
There's gotta be a better way, people everyday
Wonder what would say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from to the everglades
I kneel where the rebels
Seen gray, but they need better shades
Niggas rhymin' like their whole style in
The I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was born
It's hard to explain how these pyramids

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

I arrived on the planet, took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, a high standard
The are my niggas so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I stand
Dude said I was a hero, I nothing but a sandwich
A gluten-free one at that, close my eyes see my
My bio is feedback from we need rap
On Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And come with new black spiritual
Every a miracle, condition now critical
Game lyrical, we need black generals
war, tap into 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 to listen to conditions
Envision a of what we wishing
been commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm a pair of rhymes
Style Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the dresser
Child of a god
Influenced by the of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I gotta do
The spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius uses pottery for
I'm on a world tour with the prophet, my man
And where we the pyramids stand

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