Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only rhyme for
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the goes
Here it goes, lyrical
These are from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial drove me to classic
nights blew my mind out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I like Pritchard
Invisible man, below with 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 sake of riddlin'
is a ritual for those depicted as low
Now I passed like I've been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, raps
For me the is like a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find forever and I
I'm the weather where they spray
There's gotta be a way, people dying everyday
what would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the
I kneel where the rebels
Seen fifty gray, but they need better
rhymin' like their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, and stars was born
It's hard to explain how pyramids formed

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

I arrived on the planet, took the Southside for granted
a little, keep a high standard
The Roots are my niggas so I gotta fly
Son of the sit-ins, you who I stand with
Dude said I was a hero, I ain't nothing but a
A gluten-free one at that, my eyes see my raps
My bio is feedback what we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it
And with that new black spiritual
rap's a miracle, condition now critical
Game lack lyrical, we black generals
Holy war, tap into you Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the name down the corridor of fame
I walk like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to
Envision a vision of we wishing
I've been to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the of the one devine
encounter of the wonder kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm a pair of rhymes
Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the dresser
Child of a god
Influenced by the of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Shakur, I gotta do more
The spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses for
I'm on a world with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the stand

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