Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme the spirit goes
it goes, lyrical miracles
These are pyramids the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial drove me to material
Aerial nights my mind out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I write like
Invisible man, pictured below with the
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of would 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 passed life like I've been before
The of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, raps
For me the globe is a culdesac
Around the in a day, find forever and I stay
I'm from the weather where they
gotta be a better 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 pray
fifty gray, but they need better shades
Niggas rhymin' their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is when the sun, moon and stars was born
hard to explain how these pyramids formed

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

I arrived on the planet, never took the for granted
a little, keep a high standard
The Roots are my niggas so I gotta fly
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 what we need rap
On some Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new spiritual
rap's a miracle, condition now critical
Game lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap into you Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the name down the corridor of fame
I walk an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of we wishing
I've been commissioned to deprison the prism of mind
Spit the of the one devine
encounter of the wonder kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising the dresser
of a fresher god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne
Shakur, I gotta do more
The spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Clay uses pottery for
I'm on a world with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we the pyramids 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