Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should wherever the spirit goes
Here it goes, lyrical
These are pyramids the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial blew my mind out of stereotypes
For heights, I write like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the where the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme in my system is the kick in the door
I rhyme for the sake of riddlin' though
This is a ritual for depicted as low
Now I passed life like been here before
The reincarnation of It A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, raps
For me the is like a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find and I stay
I'm from the where they spray
gotta be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils need to get
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the
I where the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they need better
Niggas rhymin' like their whole style in
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and was born
It's hard to explain how these formed

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

I arrived on the planet, took 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 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 what we need rap
On Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new black
Every a miracle, condition now critical
lack lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap into you Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame
I walk an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
a vision of what we wishing
I've been commissioned to deprison the of your mind
the wisdom of the one devine
Close encounter of the kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a pair of
Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama on incense rising from the dresser
of a fresher god
Influenced by the life of the former, Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I do more
The spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, thing Cassius Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a world tour with the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids

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