Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga me he only 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 burial drove me to classic
nights blew my mind out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I write like
Invisible man, below with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the where the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my is the kick in the door
I don't for the sake of riddlin' though
is a ritual for those depicted as low
Now I passed life like I've been here
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of To Hold
Us Back, coldest
For me the globe is like a
Around the world in a day, find forever and I
I'm from the weather they spray
There's gotta be a better way, people dying
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the
I kneel where the rebels
Seen fifty gray, but they need shades
rhymin' like their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was
It's hard to 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 I'll be burning, hot
that I got will riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll burn, burn, and I will burn, burn, burn

I on the planet, never took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, keep a high
The Roots are my niggas so I fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you who I stand with
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 we need rap
On some Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new spiritual
Every rap's a miracle, now critical
Game lack lyrical, we need generals
Holy war, tap you like Savion
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 we wishing
I've been commissioned to the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a of rhymes
Style Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the
of a fresher god
Influenced by the of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I do more
The light-skinned spook who got in the
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses for
I'm on a world 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 I got will riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the
Mcs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn,