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, lyrical
These are pyramids from the
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial me to classic material
Aerial nights my mind out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme in my system 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 like I've been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A 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 weather where they
There's gotta be a way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? need to get away
Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel where the rebels
Seen fifty gray, but they need better
Niggas rhymin' like their style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, and stars was born
It's hard to explain how these pyramids

that I got will riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
that I got will riz-ock the spot
Mcs be burning, 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
Smoke a little, keep a standard
The are my niggas so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I stand
Dude said I was a hero, I ain't nothing but a
A gluten-free one at that, close my eyes see my
My bio is feedback from what we rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it
And come with 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 of fame
I walk an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
a vision of what we wishing
I've been commissioned to deprison the prism of your
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the wonder kind, a line
Shift the paradigm a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on rising from the dresser
of a fresher 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 Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we 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
that I got will riz-ock the spot
Mcs burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn