Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only rhyme for
Nigga, you rhyme wherever the spirit goes
Here it goes, lyrical
These are pyramids the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial drove me to classic
Aerial nights blew my out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below the hieroglyphicable
flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the in the door
I rhyme for the sake of riddlin' though
This is a ritual for depicted as low
Now I passed life I've been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, coldest
For me the globe is like a
the world in a day, find forever and I stay
I'm from the weather where they
gotta be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? 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 whole style in
The I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was born
hard to explain how these pyramids formed

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

I arrived on the planet, took the Southside for granted
a little, keep a high standard
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 feedback what we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it
And come with that new black
Every rap's a miracle, condition now
lack lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap into you Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the door-to-door down the corridor of fame
I walk an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of we wishing
I've been commissioned to deprison the prism of mind
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a
Shift the with a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama on incense rising from the dresser
Child of a god
by the life of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I gotta do
The spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same Cassius Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a world tour Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids

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