Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you rhyme wherever the spirit goes
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 mind out of
For heights, I write like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the where the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the
I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin'
This is a ritual for those as low
Now I passed life 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 where they spray
There's gotta be a better way, dying everyday
Wonder what heaven say? Devils need to get away
From to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I where the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they better shades
Niggas rhymin' like their style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like the sun, moon and stars was born
It's to explain how these pyramids formed

Talent that I got will riz-ock the
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
Talent that I got will 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, never took the Southside for
Smoke a little, a high standard
The are my niggas 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 some Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new spiritual
Every rap's a miracle, condition now
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 the corridor of fame
I like 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
Spit the of the one devine
Close encounter of the wonder kind, a line
Shift the paradigm with a pair of
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with
Getting up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the dresser
of a fresher god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne
Shakur, I gotta do more
The light-skinned who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a world tour Muhammad the prophet, my man
And we land the pyramids stand

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