Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only rhyme for
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the goes
it goes, lyrical miracles
These are from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy drove me to classic material
Aerial blew my mind out of stereotypes
For heights, I write like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme in my system is the kick in the door
I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin'
is a ritual for those depicted as low
Now I passed life I've been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To
Us Back, raps
For me the is like a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find forever and I
I'm from the weather where they
There's be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils need to get
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from to the everglades
I kneel the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they need shades
Niggas rhymin' like their whole in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was
It's hard to explain how these pyramids

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

I arrived on the planet, never 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 who I stand with
said 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 what we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it
And with that new black spiritual
rap's a miracle, condition now critical
Game lack lyrical, we black generals
Holy war, tap into you Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame
I walk an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of we wishing
I've been commissioned to deprison the prism of mind
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a pair of
Style Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the dresser
Child of a god
Influenced by the life of the former, Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I do more
The spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same Cassius Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a tour 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 that I got riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn,