Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you rhyme wherever the spirit goes
it goes, lyrical miracles
These are from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial me to classic material
Aerial blew my mind out of stereotypes
For heights, I write like Pritchard
man, pictured below with the hieroglyphicable
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 sake of riddlin'
This is a for those depicted as low
Now I passed life like I've been here
The of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, coldest
For me the globe is a culdesac
Around the world in a day, forever and I stay
I'm from the weather where they
There's gotta be a better way, people everyday
Wonder what would say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, evergreen to the everglades
I kneel where the rebels
Seen fifty gray, but they need shades
Niggas like 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 pyramids

that I got will riz-ock 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 burn, I'll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn

I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for
Smoke a little, a high standard
The Roots are my niggas so I fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I stand
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 feedback from what we rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it
And with that new black spiritual
Every rap's a miracle, condition now
Game lack lyrical, we 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 of what we wishing
I've commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the wonder kind, a line
Shift the paradigm a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with
Getting up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising from the dresser
Child of a god
Influenced by the life of the former, Chesimard
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 with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids

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