Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the goes
Here it goes, miracles
are pyramids from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
sound boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my out of stereotypes
For heights, I write like Pritchard
man, pictured below with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the
I don't rhyme for the of riddlin' though
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, coldest
For me the globe is like a
Around the world in a day, forever and I stay
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 Chevrolet to Escalade, from to the everglades
I where the rebels pray
Seen gray, but they need better shades
Niggas rhymin' like 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 that I got riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
Talent I got will riz-ock the spot
Mcs be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the
Mcs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I burn, burn, burn

I on the planet, never took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, keep a high
The are my niggas 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 one at that, close my eyes see my raps
My bio is feedback from we need rap
On Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new black
Every rap's a miracle, 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 mission to to conditions
Envision a vision of we wishing
I've been commissioned to deprison the prism of mind
the wisdom of the one devine
Close of the wonder kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising the dresser
of a fresher god
Influenced by the life of the former, Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I gotta do
The spook who got in the door
I hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a world tour Muhammad the prophet, my man
And we land the pyramids stand

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