Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only rhyme for
Nigga, you rhyme wherever the spirit goes
it goes, lyrical miracles
These are pyramids from the
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my mind out of
For ethereal heights, I write like
Invisible man, pictured below with the
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 though
This is a for those depicted as low
Now I passed life like I've been here
The reincarnation of It A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, raps
For me the globe is a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find forever and I
I'm from the weather where spray
There's gotta be a better way, people everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils to get away
From to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel where the rebels
Seen gray, but they need better shades
Niggas rhymin' like 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 the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
that I got will riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the
Mcs I'll burn, burn, and I will burn, burn, burn

I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for
Smoke a little, keep a high
The Roots are my so I gotta fly bandwith
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 from what we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it
And come with that new black
rap's a miracle, condition now critical
Game lack lyrical, we need black
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 deprison the prism of your
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a pair of
Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on rising from the dresser
Child of a god
by the life of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I do more
The spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius uses pottery for
I'm on a world with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And we land the pyramids stand

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