Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should wherever the spirit goes
Here it goes, miracles
These are pyramids the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial drove me to classic
Aerial blew my mind out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I write Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet go
Supreme wisdom in my is the kick in the door
I don't rhyme for the of riddlin' though
This is a ritual for those as low
Now I passed life like been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, coldest
For me the globe is a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find and I stay
I'm from the weather where spray
There's gotta be a way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, evergreen to the everglades
I kneel the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they need shades
Niggas rhymin' like their style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and was born
It's hard to explain how these formed

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

I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for
Smoke a little, a high standard
The are my niggas so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you who I stand with
said I was a hero, I ain't nothing but a sandwich
A one at that, close my eyes see my raps
My bio is feedback from we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it
And with that new black spiritual
Every rap's a miracle, condition now
Game lyrical, we need black generals
war, tap into you like Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the name 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 to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close of the wonder kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a pair of
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the 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, Joanne
Assata Shakur, I do more
The light-skinned spook who got in the
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay pottery for
I'm on a world tour with the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids

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