Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the goes
Here it goes, miracles
These are from the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy burial drove me to classic
Aerial nights blew my mind out of
For ethereal heights, I write like
man, pictured below with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls the mystics of Kemet would 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 I've been here
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of To Hold
Us Back, raps
For me the globe is a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find and I stay
I'm from the weather where they
There's gotta be a better way, people everyday
what would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but need better shades
Niggas rhymin' like their style in retrograde
The I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was born
It's hard to explain how pyramids formed

that 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 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
a little, keep a high standard
The Roots are my niggas so I fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you who I stand with
Dude 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 what we need rap
On some Lynch, let me run it back
And come that new black spiritual
rap's a miracle, condition now critical
Game lack lyrical, we need generals
Holy war, tap you like Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the door-to-door down the corridor of fame
I like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of what we
I've been commissioned to deprison the of your mind
the wisdom of the one devine
Close encounter of the kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising the dresser
Child of a god
Influenced by the of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Shakur, I gotta do more
The light-skinned spook who got in the
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius uses pottery for
I'm on a tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And we land the pyramids stand

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