Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

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

that I got will riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
that I got will riz-ock the spot
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 on the planet, never took the Southside for granted
a little, keep a high standard
The Roots are my niggas so I fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you who I stand with
Dude said I was a hero, I nothing but a sandwich
A one at that, close my eyes see my raps
My bio is feedback from we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it
And come with new black spiritual
Every rap's a miracle, now critical
Game lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap into you Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame
I walk like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to
a vision of what we wishing
I've commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the wonder kind, a line
Shift the paradigm with a of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the
Child of a god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne
Assata Shakur, I do more
The spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, thing Cassius Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a world tour with the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids

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 that I got will the spot
Mcs I'll burn, burn, and I will burn, burn, burn