Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme the spirit goes
Here it goes, lyrical
These are pyramids 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 like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my is the kick in the door
I don't rhyme for the sake of though
This is a ritual for depicted as low
Now I passed life like I've here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of To Hold
Us Back, raps
For me the globe is a culdesac
Around the in a day, find forever and I stay
I'm from the weather where spray
There's gotta be a better way, people dying
Wonder what heaven say? Devils need to get away
From to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel the rebels pray
Seen gray, but they need better shades
Niggas rhymin' their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was
It's to explain how these pyramids formed

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

I arrived on the planet, never the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, keep a standard
The Roots are my so I gotta fly bandwith
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 see my raps
My bio is feedback from we need rap
On some Lynch, let me run it back
And come that new black spiritual
Every a miracle, condition now critical
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 of fame
I walk like an Egyptian on a mission to to conditions
a vision of what we wishing
I've been commissioned to deprison the of your mind
Spit the of the one devine
Close of the wonder kind, front a line
Shift the with a pair of rhymes
Style Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense from the dresser
Child of a god
by the life of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I do more
The spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a world tour with the prophet, my man
And we land the pyramids stand

Talent I got will 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, I'll burn, and I burn, burn, burn