Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the spirit
Here it goes, miracles
These are from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy drove me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my out of stereotypes
For heights, I write like Pritchard
Invisible man, below with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the in the door
I don't rhyme for the sake of though
This is a ritual for those as low
Now I passed like I've been here before
The of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold
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 spray
There's gotta be a way, people dying everyday
Wonder would heaven say? Devils need to get away
Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel where the rebels
Seen fifty gray, but they need shades
Niggas rhymin' like their whole in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, and stars was born
It's to explain how these pyramids formed

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

I arrived on the planet, took the Southside for granted
a little, keep a high standard
The Roots are my so I gotta fly bandwith
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 see my raps
My bio is feedback from what we rap
On Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new spiritual
rap's a miracle, condition now critical
Game lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap into you Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the name down the corridor of fame
I walk like an Egyptian on a to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of we wishing
I've commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind
the wisdom of the one devine
Close encounter of the wonder kind, a line
Shift the paradigm a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama on incense rising from the dresser
Child of a god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne
Shakur, I gotta do more
The spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay pottery for
I'm on a world tour with the prophet, my man
And where we the pyramids stand

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