Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you rhyme wherever the spirit goes
Here it goes, lyrical
These are from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial drove me to material
Aerial nights my mind out of stereotypes
For heights, I write like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below with the
Prolifical flow, on the where the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the
I rhyme for the sake of riddlin' though
This is a ritual for those as low
Now I passed life like I've been here
The of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, raps
For me the is like a culdesac
the world in a day, find forever and I stay
I'm from the weather they spray
There's gotta be a better way, people dying
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils need to get
From to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they need better
Niggas rhymin' like whole style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like the sun, moon and stars was born
It's hard to explain how these pyramids

Talent that I got will the spot
Mcs I'll be 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,

I arrived on the planet, took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, a high standard
The Roots are my so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you who I stand 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 feedback what we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it
And come with new black spiritual
Every a miracle, condition now critical
Game lack lyrical, we need generals
Holy war, tap into you Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the door-to-door down the corridor of fame
I walk like an on a mission to listen to conditions
a vision of what we wishing
I've been commissioned to deprison the prism of your
Spit the wisdom of the one
encounter of the wonder kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a pair of
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on rising from the dresser
of a fresher god
Influenced by the of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I gotta do
The spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses for
I'm on a tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And we land the pyramids stand

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