Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the spirit
Here it goes, miracles
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 with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the
I rhyme for the sake of riddlin' though
This is a ritual for those as low
Now I passed life like I've been before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, coldest
For me the is like a culdesac
Around the world in a day, forever and I stay
I'm from the weather where they
There's gotta be a better way, people everyday
what would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I where the rebels pray
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 stars was
It's hard to 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 will the spot
Mcs burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn

I on the planet, never took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, a high standard
The Roots are my so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I stand
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 come that new black spiritual
rap's a miracle, condition now critical
Game lack lyrical, we need generals
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 an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a of what we wishing
I've been commissioned to the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the wonder kind, a line
Shift the with a pair of rhymes
Style Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, shakes on incense rising from the dresser
Child of a god
by the life of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I do more
The light-skinned spook who got in the
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay pottery for
I'm on a tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we the pyramids stand

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