Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the 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 ethereal heights, I write Pritchard
Invisible man, 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
This is a for those depicted as low
Now I passed life like I've been before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To
Us Back, coldest
For me the is like a culdesac
the world in a day, find forever and I stay
I'm from the weather where they
There's gotta be a way, people dying everyday
Wonder what heaven say? Devils need to get away
From to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel where the rebels
Seen fifty gray, but they need shades
Niggas rhymin' their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is when the sun, moon and stars was born
It's hard to explain how these formed

Talent that I got riz-ock the spot
Mcs be burning, burning hot
that I got will riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
Talent that I got riz-ock the spot
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, keep a standard
The Roots are my so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I with
Dude I was a hero, I ain't nothing but a sandwich
A one at that, close my eyes see my raps
My bio is feedback from what we rap
On Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new spiritual
rap's a miracle, condition now critical
Game lack lyrical, we need black
Holy war, tap you like Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame
I walk like an 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 of the one devine
Close encounter of the kind, front a line
the paradigm with a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with
Getting dressed up pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from 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 gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses for
I'm on a tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids

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