Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you rhyme wherever the spirit goes
it goes, lyrical miracles
These are pyramids the imperial
In theory, though, low end
sound boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my 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 system is the in the door
I don't rhyme for the sake of though
This is a ritual for depicted as low
Now I passed life like I've here before
The of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, coldest
For me the is like a culdesac
Around the world in a day, forever and I stay
I'm from the weather they spray
There's gotta be a better way, dying everyday
Wonder would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the
I kneel where the pray
Seen fifty gray, but they need better
Niggas rhymin' like their whole in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was
hard to explain how these pyramids formed

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

I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for
a little, keep a high standard
The Roots are my niggas so I gotta fly
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I with
Dude 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 what we need rap
On some Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new black
Every a miracle, condition now critical
Game lack lyrical, we need generals
Holy war, tap into you like
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the door-to-door 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 commissioned to deprison the prism of your
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the kind, front a line
Shift the with a pair of rhymes
Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, 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 light-skinned spook who got in the
I hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a world tour with the prophet, my man
And where we the pyramids stand

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