Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme the spirit goes
Here it goes, lyrical
These are pyramids from the
In theory, though, low end
It's boy burial drove me to classic 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 Kemet go
Supreme 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 like I've been before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of To Hold
Us Back, coldest
For me the globe is like a
Around the world in a day, find forever and I
I'm from the weather where spray
gotta be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? 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' like their style in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like the sun, moon and stars was born
It's hard to explain how these pyramids

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

I arrived on the planet, never took the for granted
Smoke a little, keep a standard
The are my niggas so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I stand
said I was a hero, I ain't nothing but a sandwich
A gluten-free one at that, close my eyes see my
My bio is feedback from what we rap
On some Lynch, let me run it back
And with that new black spiritual
Every a miracle, condition now critical
Game lack lyrical, we need generals
Holy war, tap into you like
But I'm a orator, the boy
the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame
I walk an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of what we
I've been commissioned to deprison the prism of your
the wisdom of the one devine
Close encounter of the kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm a pair of rhymes
Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, shakes on incense rising from the dresser
Child of a 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 tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the stand

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