Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only rhyme for
Nigga, you rhyme wherever the spirit goes
Here it goes, lyrical
These are pyramids the imperial
In theory, though, low end
sound boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights my mind out of stereotypes
For heights, I write like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below with the
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of would go
Supreme wisdom in my is the kick in the door
I don't for the sake 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 Nation Of Millions To
Us Back, coldest
For me the globe is a culdesac
Around the in a day, find forever and I stay
I'm from the weather where they
There's gotta be a way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the
I kneel where the rebels
Seen fifty gray, but they need better
Niggas rhymin' like whole style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, and stars was born
hard to explain how these pyramids formed

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 burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn

I on the planet, never took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, keep a high
The Roots are my 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 gluten-free one at that, my eyes see my raps
My bio is from what we need rap
On some Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new black
Every a miracle, condition now critical
lack lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap you like Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the door-to-door name down the corridor of
I walk an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of what we
I've been commissioned to the prism of your mind
the wisdom of the one devine
Close of the wonder kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a pair of
Style 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 life of the former, Chesimard
Shakur, I gotta do more
The light-skinned spook who got in the
I gotta hit four, same thing Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a world tour Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the stand

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