Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only rhyme for
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the goes
Here it goes, miracles
are pyramids from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my out of stereotypes
For heights, I write like Pritchard
man, pictured below with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the of Kemet would go
wisdom in my system is the kick in the door
I don't for the sake of riddlin' though
This is a for those depicted as low
Now I passed life I've been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To
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 dying
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the
I kneel the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they need better
Niggas rhymin' like their whole style in
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was
It's to explain how these pyramids formed

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

I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for
Smoke a little, keep a high
The Roots are my niggas so I gotta fly
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I stand
Dude I was a hero, I ain't nothing but a sandwich
A gluten-free one at that, 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 black
Every rap's a miracle, now critical
lack lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap you like 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 to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of what we
I've been commissioned to the prism of your mind
Spit the of the one devine
Close encounter of the wonder kind, a line
the paradigm with a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the with Caroline
Getting up under 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 light-skinned spook who got in the
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses for
I'm on a world tour with the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids

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