Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should wherever the spirit goes
Here it goes, lyrical
These are pyramids the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial drove me to material
Aerial nights blew my out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I write Pritchard
man, pictured below with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet go
Supreme in my system is the kick in the door
I don't rhyme for the of riddlin' though
is a ritual for those depicted as low
Now I life like I've been here before
The of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, raps
For me the globe is a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find forever and I
I'm the weather where they spray
There's gotta be a way, people dying everyday
what would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the
I kneel where the pray
fifty gray, but they need better shades
Niggas rhymin' like their whole style in
The escapade I'm on is like the sun, moon and stars was born
It's hard to explain how these formed

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

I arrived on the planet, took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, a high standard
The Roots are my niggas so I gotta fly
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I with
Dude I was a hero, I ain't nothing but a sandwich
A gluten-free one at that, close my eyes see my
My bio is from what we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it
And come with that new spiritual
Every a miracle, condition now critical
lack lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap you like Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame
I like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a of what we wishing
I've commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind
the wisdom of the one devine
Close of the wonder kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a of rhymes
Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the dresser
Child of a god
Influenced by the of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I gotta do
The light-skinned spook who got in the
I hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a world with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the stand

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