Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only rhyme for
Nigga, you should wherever the spirit goes
Here it goes, miracles
are pyramids from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's 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 of Kemet would go
wisdom in my system is the kick in the door
I don't rhyme for the sake of though
This is a ritual for those as low
Now I passed life like been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To
Us Back, coldest
For me the is like a culdesac
Around the in a day, find forever and I stay
I'm from the where they spray
There's gotta be a better way, people dying
what would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the
I kneel the rebels pray
fifty gray, but they need better shades
Niggas like their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was
It's hard to explain how pyramids formed

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

I on the planet, never took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, a high standard
The are my niggas 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 eyes see my
My bio is feedback from what we rap
On Marshawn 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 like
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
Envision a of what we wishing
been commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the of the one devine
Close encounter of the wonder kind, a line
Shift the paradigm with a of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the with Caroline
dressed up under pressure, Alabama 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 spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius uses pottery for
I'm on a world tour Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we the pyramids stand

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