Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only rhyme for
Nigga, you should wherever the spirit goes
it goes, lyrical miracles
These are pyramids the imperial
In theory, though, low end
sound boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights my mind out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I write Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the
I don't for the sake of riddlin' though
This is a for those depicted as low
Now I passed life like been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To
Us Back, raps
For me the globe is like a
Around the world in a day, forever and I stay
I'm from the weather where spray
gotta be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder what heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, evergreen to the everglades
I where the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they need better
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 riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
Talent that I got riz-ock the spot
Mcs be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll burn, burn, and I will burn, burn, burn

I on the planet, never 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 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 what we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it
And come with new black 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 door-to-door name down the of fame
I walk like an 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 wonder kind, front a
Shift the paradigm with a pair of
Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama on incense rising from the dresser
of a fresher god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne
Assata Shakur, I do more
The light-skinned spook who got in the
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay pottery for
I'm on a world tour Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids

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