Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the spirit
Here it goes, miracles
are pyramids from 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
Invisible man, pictured below with the
Prolifical flow, on the walls the mystics of Kemet would 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 life like I've been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of To Hold
Us Back, coldest
For me the globe is a culdesac
Around the in a day, find forever and I stay
I'm from the weather where spray
There's gotta be a better way, dying everyday
what would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the
I where the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they better shades
Niggas rhymin' like whole style in retrograde
The I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was born
It's hard to explain how these pyramids

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 burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn

I arrived on the planet, never took the for granted
Smoke a little, a high standard
The Roots are my niggas so I 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 one at that, close my eyes see my raps
My bio is feedback from what we rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it
And come with that new spiritual
Every rap's a miracle, condition now
Game lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap you like Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the door-to-door down the corridor of fame
I like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of we wishing
been commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a pair of
Style Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the dresser
of a fresher god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne
Assata Shakur, I do more
The spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a world tour Muhammad the prophet, my man
And we land the pyramids stand

Talent that I got will 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 the spot
Mcs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn,