Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only rhyme for
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the spirit
Here it goes, lyrical
These are from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial blew my mind out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below with the
flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the
I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin'
is a ritual for those depicted as low
Now I life like I've been here before
The reincarnation of It A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, coldest
For me the globe is like a
Around the in a day, find forever and I stay
I'm from the where they spray
gotta be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder what heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from to the everglades
I kneel where the rebels
fifty gray, but they need better shades
Niggas rhymin' like their style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and was born
hard to explain how these pyramids formed

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

I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for
a little, keep a high standard
The Roots are my so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I with
Dude I was a hero, I ain't nothing but a sandwich
A gluten-free one at that, my eyes see my raps
My bio is feedback from what we rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it
And with that new black spiritual
Every rap's a miracle, now critical
lack lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap you like 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 to listen to conditions
Envision a of what we wishing
I've been commissioned to deprison the prism of your
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the kind, front a line
Shift the with a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense from the dresser
Child of a god
Influenced by the life of the former, Chesimard
Shakur, I gotta do more
The light-skinned who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a world tour Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the stand

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 burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn