Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only rhyme for
Nigga, you should wherever the spirit goes
Here it goes, lyrical
These are from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial drove me to classic
Aerial nights blew my mind out of
For heights, I write like Pritchard
man, pictured below with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the
I don't rhyme for the of riddlin' though
This is a for those depicted as low
Now I life like I've been here before
The of It Takes A Nation Of Millions 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, dying everyday
Wonder what heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, evergreen to the everglades
I kneel the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they better shades
Niggas rhymin' their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, and stars was born
It's to explain how these pyramids formed

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

I arrived on the planet, never the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, keep a standard
The Roots are my niggas so I 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, my eyes see my raps
My bio is feedback from what we rap
On Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And with that new black spiritual
Every rap's a miracle, now critical
Game lack lyrical, we need black
Holy war, tap into you Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the door-to-door name down the corridor of
I walk like an on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a of what we wishing
been commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the of the one devine
Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a
Shift the paradigm a pair of rhymes
Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense from the dresser
Child of a god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne
Assata Shakur, I do more
The light-skinned spook who got in the
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses for
I'm on a tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids

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