Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only rhyme for
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the goes
Here it goes, lyrical
are pyramids 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 ethereal heights, I write Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet go
Supreme in my system is the kick in the door
I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin'
This is a ritual for those as low
Now I passed life like I've here before
The of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, coldest
For me the globe is a culdesac
the world in a day, find forever and I stay
I'm from the where they spray
There's gotta be a better way, people everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils need to get
From 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 escapade I'm on is like when the sun, and stars was born
It's hard to explain how these formed

Talent that I got will the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
Talent that I got riz-ock the spot
Mcs be burning, 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, never took the for granted
a little, keep a high standard
The Roots are my niggas so I fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I with
Dude said I was a hero, I nothing but a sandwich
A gluten-free one at that, close my 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, condition now
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 Egyptian on a mission to to conditions
a vision of what we wishing
I've been commissioned to the prism of your mind
Spit the of the one devine
Close encounter of the kind, front a line
Shift the with a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep Caroline
Getting up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the dresser
Child of a god
by the life of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I gotta do
The light-skinned who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same Cassius Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a world 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 riz-ock the spot
Mcs be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will the spot
Mcs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I burn, burn, burn