Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the goes
Here it goes, miracles
are pyramids from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
sound boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I write Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet go
wisdom 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 I've been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of To Hold
Us Back, coldest
For me the globe is like a
Around the world in a day, forever and I stay
I'm from the weather where they
gotta be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the
I kneel where the rebels
Seen fifty gray, but they need better
Niggas rhymin' like 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

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

I arrived on the planet, never took the for granted
a little, keep a high standard
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, close my eyes see my
My bio is feedback from we need rap
On Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And come that new black spiritual
rap's 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 corridor of
I like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of what we
I've been to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one
encounter of the wonder kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm a pair of rhymes
Style Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the dresser
Child of a god
Influenced by the of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I gotta do
The light-skinned spook who got in the
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay pottery for
I'm on a world with Muhammad 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 the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
Talent I got will riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I burn, burn, burn