Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme the spirit goes
Here it goes, miracles
These are pyramids from the
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy drove me to classic material
nights blew my mind out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I like Pritchard
man, pictured below with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the
I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin'
This is a for those depicted as low
Now I passed life like I've here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of To Hold
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 they spray
There's be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven Devils need to get away
Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel where the pray
fifty gray, but they need better shades
Niggas rhymin' like their whole style in
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was
It's hard to explain how pyramids formed

Talent that I got riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
that I got will riz-ock 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, never took the for granted
Smoke a little, keep a standard
The Roots are my so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I stand
Dude I was a hero, I ain't nothing but a sandwich
A gluten-free one at that, close my eyes see my
My bio is feedback from what we rap
On Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And with that new black spiritual
rap's a miracle, condition now critical
Game lack lyrical, we need generals
war, tap into you like Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame
I walk like an Egyptian on a to listen to conditions
a vision of what we wishing
I've been commissioned to the prism of your mind
the wisdom of the one devine
Close encounter of the kind, front a line
the paradigm with a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep Caroline
Getting up under pressure, Alabama shakes 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 who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay pottery for
I'm on a world with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids

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