Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only rhyme for
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the goes
Here it goes, lyrical
are pyramids from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the where the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the
I don't rhyme for the of riddlin' though
This is a ritual for those as low
Now I passed life like I've been here
The reincarnation of It Takes A Of Millions To Hold
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 everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from to the everglades
I where the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they better shades
Niggas rhymin' like their whole in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was
It's hard to explain how these formed

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

I arrived on the planet, took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, keep a standard
The Roots are my so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I stand
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 from what we need rap
On Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And with that new black spiritual
Every rap's a miracle, condition now
Game lack lyrical, we need black
Holy war, tap into you Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the door-to-door name down the of fame
I walk like an Egyptian on a to listen to conditions
a vision of what we wishing
I've been to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one
encounter of the wonder kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep 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, thing Cassius Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a world with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids

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