Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you rhyme wherever the spirit goes
Here it goes, lyrical
These are pyramids from the
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial drove me to classic
Aerial nights blew my mind out of
For heights, I write like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the of Kemet would go
Supreme in my system is the kick in the door
I don't for the sake of riddlin' though
This is a ritual for depicted as low
Now I life like I've been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of To Hold
Us Back, coldest
For me the globe is a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find forever and I
I'm from the weather where they
There's gotta be a better way, people everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the
I kneel the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they better shades
Niggas rhymin' like their whole in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like the sun, moon and stars was born
hard to explain how these pyramids formed

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

I arrived on the planet, never the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, keep a high
The Roots are my so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you who I stand with
Dude 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 from what 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 black generals
war, tap into you like Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the door-to-door name the corridor of fame
I walk like an Egyptian on a mission to to conditions
Envision a of what we wishing
I've been commissioned to deprison the of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the kind, front a line
the paradigm with a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, shakes on incense rising from the dresser
Child of a god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne
Shakur, I gotta do more
The light-skinned spook who got in the
I gotta hit four, thing Cassius Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids

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