Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you rhyme wherever the spirit goes
it goes, lyrical miracles
These are pyramids from the
In theory, though, low end
It's boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my mind out of
For ethereal heights, I write like
Invisible man, pictured with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the where the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme in my system is the kick in the door
I don't for the sake of riddlin' though
This is a ritual for those as low
Now I life like I've been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of To Hold
Us Back, coldest
For me the globe is a culdesac
Around the in a day, find forever and I stay
I'm the weather where they spray
There's gotta be a way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the
I where the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they better shades
Niggas like their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is when the sun, moon and stars was born
It's hard to explain how these formed

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

I arrived on the planet, never 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 said I was a hero, I ain't 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 that new black spiritual
Every rap's a miracle, 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 like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a of what we wishing
I've commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the kind, front a line
the paradigm with a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the with Caroline
Getting dressed up 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 Cassius Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the stand

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