Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme the spirit goes
it goes, lyrical miracles
These are from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial drove me to material
Aerial nights blew my mind out of
For ethereal heights, I write like
man, pictured below with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the 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 for those depicted as low
Now I life like I've been here before
The reincarnation of It A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, coldest
For me the globe is like a
Around the world in a day, forever and I stay
I'm from the weather where spray
There's be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils to get away
Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel where the pray
Seen fifty gray, but they need better
Niggas rhymin' their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and was born
hard to explain how these pyramids formed

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

I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for
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 said I was a hero, I ain't nothing but a
A gluten-free one at that, close my eyes see my
My bio is feedback from what we rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it
And come with that new spiritual
rap's a miracle, condition now critical
Game lack lyrical, we black generals
Holy war, tap into you like
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 deprison the of your mind
the wisdom of the one devine
Close of the wonder kind, front a line
Shift the with a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama on incense rising from the dresser
of a fresher 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 thing Cassius uses pottery for
I'm on a tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids

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