Luyện nghe bài hát Pyramids

A nigga told me he only rhyme for
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the goes
Here it goes, miracles
These are pyramids the imperial
In theory, though, low end
It's sound boy drove me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my out of stereotypes
For heights, I write like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my is the kick in the door
I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin'
This is a ritual for 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 in a day, find forever and I stay
I'm from the weather where they
There's gotta be a better way, dying everyday
Wonder would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, evergreen to the everglades
I kneel where the rebels
Seen fifty gray, but they better shades
Niggas rhymin' like their whole in retrograde
The escapade I'm on is like when the sun, moon and stars was
It's hard to how these pyramids formed

Talent that I got riz-ock the spot
Mcs be burning, burning hot
that I got will riz-ock the spot
Mcs I'll be burning, hot
Talent that I got will the spot
Mcs I'll burn, I'll burn, and I will 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 who I stand with
Dude said I was a hero, I ain't but a sandwich
A one at that, close my eyes see my raps
My bio is feedback what we need rap
On some Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new spiritual
Every rap's a miracle, now critical
lack lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap into you Savion
But I'm a orator, the boy
Came the door-to-door down the corridor of fame
I walk like an Egyptian on a to listen to conditions
Envision a of what we wishing
I've been commissioned to the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one
Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a
Shift the paradigm a pair of rhymes
Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on incense rising the dresser
Child of a god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne
Assata Shakur, I do more
The spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius uses pottery for
I'm on a world tour Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the stand

Talent that I got will riz-ock the
Mcs be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will 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