Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you rhyme wherever the spirit goes
it goes, lyrical miracles
These are from 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 like
Invisible man, pictured below with the
flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet would 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 depicted as low
Now I passed life like I've here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, raps
For me the globe is like a
Around the world in a day, find forever and I
I'm from the weather where spray
There's be a better way, people dying everyday
what would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, evergreen to the everglades
I where the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but need better shades
rhymin' like their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and was born
It's hard to explain how pyramids formed

Talent that I got riz-ock the spot
Mcs be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
Talent I got will 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
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 gluten-free one at that, close my see my raps
My bio is feedback what we need rap
On some Lynch, let me run it back
And come with new black spiritual
rap's a miracle, condition now critical
Game lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap into you like
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 commissioned to the prism of your mind
Spit the of the one devine
Close encounter of the kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with
dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the dresser
Child of a god
Influenced by the of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I do more
The light-skinned 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 that I got riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
Talent that I got will the spot
Mcs be burning, burning hot
Talent I got will riz-ock the spot
Mcs burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn