Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only rhyme for
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the spirit
Here it goes, lyrical
These are 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 like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the where the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the in the door
I don't 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 A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, raps
For me the is like a culdesac
the world in a day, find forever and I stay
I'm from the weather they spray
There's be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the
I kneel where the rebels
Seen fifty gray, but they need shades
Niggas rhymin' like their whole in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, 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 riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
Talent I got will riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I burn, burn, burn

I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for
Smoke a little, a high standard
The Roots are my so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I with
Dude said I was a hero, I nothing but a sandwich
A gluten-free one at that, close my see my raps
My bio is feedback from we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it
And come with 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 the corridor of fame
I walk like an on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of what we
I've been commissioned to the prism of your mind
the wisdom of the one devine
Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a
Shift the paradigm with a pair of
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense from the dresser
of a fresher god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne
Assata Shakur, I gotta do
The spook who got in the door
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
Talent I got will riz-ock the spot
Mcs be burning, burning hot
Talent I got will riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll burn, burn, and I will burn, burn, burn