Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the spirit
Here it goes, lyrical
These are from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial drove me to material
nights blew my mind out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I write Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below the hieroglyphicable
flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the 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 I've here before
The reincarnation of It A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, coldest
For me the is like a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find forever and I
I'm from the weather where they
gotta be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from to the everglades
I kneel where the rebels
fifty gray, but they need better 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 how these pyramids formed

Talent that I got riz-ock the spot
Mcs be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will 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, took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, a high standard
The Roots are my so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you who I stand with
Dude said I was a hero, I ain't but a sandwich
A gluten-free one at that, close my see my raps
My bio is feedback from what we rap
On Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And come with new black spiritual
Every rap's a miracle, now critical
Game lyrical, we need black generals
war, tap into you like Savion
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 to conditions
Envision a of what we wishing
I've been commissioned to the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a
Shift the with a pair of rhymes
Style Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama on incense rising from the dresser
of a fresher god
Influenced by the of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Shakur, I gotta do more
The light-skinned spook who got in the
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses for
I'm on a world tour with the prophet, my man
And where we land the stand

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