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 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 ethereal heights, I write like
Invisible man, pictured with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet go
Supreme wisdom in my is the kick in the door
I rhyme for the sake of riddlin' though
This is a ritual for depicted as low
Now I passed life like been here before
The reincarnation of It A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, raps
For me the globe is like a
Around the world in a day, find forever and I
I'm the weather where they spray
There's gotta be a better way, dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils need to get
Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel where the pray
Seen fifty gray, but they need better
Niggas rhymin' like whole style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and was born
It's hard to explain how pyramids formed

Talent I got will riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
Talent that I got will the spot
Mcs I'll be 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, 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 who I stand with
Dude said I was a hero, I ain't nothing but a
A gluten-free one at that, close my see my raps
My bio is from what we need rap
On Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And come that new black spiritual
Every rap's a miracle, condition now
Game lack lyrical, we need generals
Holy war, tap into you Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the door-to-door name the corridor of fame
I walk like an Egyptian on a mission to to conditions
Envision a vision of what we
been commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a
Shift the paradigm with a of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep Caroline
dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the dresser
Child of a god
by the life of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I do more
The light-skinned who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses for
I'm on a world tour Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the stand

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