Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you rhyme wherever the spirit goes
Here it goes, miracles
are pyramids from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial drove me to classic
nights blew my mind out of stereotypes
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 ritual for depicted as low
Now I passed like I've been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, raps
For me the globe is a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find and I stay
I'm from the weather they spray
There's gotta be a way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven Devils need to get away
Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel where the pray
fifty gray, but they need better shades
Niggas like their whole style in retrograde
The I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was born
It's to explain how these pyramids formed

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

I arrived on the planet, never took the for granted
Smoke a little, keep a high
The are my niggas so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you who I stand with
said 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 feedback what we need rap
On Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new black
Every a miracle, condition now critical
Game lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap into you 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 vision of we wishing
I've been commissioned to deprison the of your mind
Spit the of the one devine
Close encounter of the wonder kind, a line
Shift the with a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep Caroline
Getting dressed up pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the dresser
of a fresher god
Influenced by the of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Shakur, I gotta do more
The light-skinned spook who got in the
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius uses pottery for
I'm on a world tour with the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids

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