Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only rhyme for
Nigga, you rhyme wherever the spirit goes
it goes, lyrical miracles
These are from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial drove me to material
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 in my system is the kick in the door
I don't rhyme for the of riddlin' though
This is a for those depicted as low
Now I passed life like been here before
The reincarnation of It A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, raps
For me the globe is like a
Around the world in a day, forever and I stay
I'm from the weather where spray
There's be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the
I kneel where the pray
Seen fifty gray, but they better shades
Niggas rhymin' like their whole in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was
It's hard to explain how these 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 the spot
Mcs burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn

I arrived on the planet, took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, keep a standard
The Roots are my niggas so I gotta fly
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, close my see my raps
My bio is feedback what we need rap
On some Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new spiritual
Every rap's a miracle, now critical
Game lack lyrical, we black generals
war, tap into you like Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the door-to-door name down the corridor of
I walk like an Egyptian on a to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of what we
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 with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on rising from the dresser
of a fresher god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne
Assata Shakur, I do more
The light-skinned who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay pottery for
I'm on a world with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the stand

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