Luyện nghe bài hát Creation & Destruction

Se ha la mierda(Spanish)
to drop a def' cut
Yo, yo, yo, huh

Immortal Technique, disintegrates mic's I spit
I cause more casualties than sunken ships
to capacity, I bring tragedy to rap without my man Kadafi
The government took Nazi from Germany
To design nuclear rockets and ways of me
their pathetic attempts, didn't work to murder me
When this country was conceived, these bastards never of me
But now I the souls of slave masters eternally
internally, burgundy, durin' surgery, verbally
'Cause I'm a witch
are incompatible
I've been since the planet was inhabitable
I spit in the and created microscopic animals
Which evolved into two species, the righteous and the
But until then, I had alien suck me off
When God said "Let be light", I turned it the fuck off
And the reason that the earth is only 5 billion years old
I made the sun shine, and time to unfold
The surface was lava, but when I stepped down, it became
what you've been told
My spiritual became a swarm of molecule sickness
Manifested liquid trapped a mountainous region
Until the skies starting raining, seasons
Immortal Technique, at long last,
Undebatably reinstated to you decapitated
je suis fous, but my words make sense(je suis fous = i am mad)
I'll split every pound of your into six pence
I'm sick of simple similes The Sixth Sense
I'll your body drenched in the blood of all your ancestors
You'll never be at peace, like the souls of child
cut you and bless your festering wounds with alcohol
Drown you in a toilet, in a public bathroom stall
rip you down, take a chunk of you home like the Berlin Wall
This is the final call, for all the that wanna brawl
Technique, the wrong motherfucker to diss
'Cause I allow God to let you motherfuckers

Hahahahaha yeah, oh
We about to crash now, yo
Yo, yo, yo
I'm the on your neck that doesn't let you breathe
Stronger than the fake of God in which you believe
More dangerous your ignorant ass could ever percieve
A European virus, mutated in Africa,
Transported by mosquitoes and fleas to where you
So lock in your house with your wife and your kids
You're a bitch, somebody probably made you out of a rib
My arrest record just scratches the of what I did
My bid me up and brought my life to an end
I was forgotten, by my bitches and friends
You don't want beef with people like me so don't
I'll resurrect your baby and kill it again
You get no props in hip-hop feminine men
I'm iller than any plague God gave to send
You wanna make amends, 'cause I'm the reason that the earth
Burying your fam Central American earthquakes

Technique
Harlem to
Lyrically ya
Te que se ha acabado la mierda(spanish)