Luyện nghe bài hát Industrial Revolution

1]
Yeah nigga, Technique, metaphysics

The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be
I you full of clips like the moon blocking the sun
my metaphors are like herpes but harder to catch
like an escape tunnel in prison I started from
and now these parasites wanna of my ASCAP
trying to perspective like an acid flashback
but here's a for every single record exec
get your fucking out my pocket nigga like Malcolm X
but this a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie
and I'm not that of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me
curse the heavens and laugh when the sky me
Immortal Technique stuck in your darkening dreams
no ones as good as good as me, they just got better marketing
I leave ya to your own destruction like a fiend
'cause you got jealousy in ya voice like scream
and that's the primary reason I hate yall faggots
I've nice since niggas got killed over 8-ball jackets
and Reebok Pumps that do shit for the sneaker
I'm a heatseaker with that'll reach through the speaker
and murder counter personally
break a thermometer and feed his kids mercury
ANR's try jerking me thinking call shots
offered me a deal and a full of small pox
all getting shot, you little fucking trecherous bitches

This is the business, and ya'll ain't getting for free
and if you devils play broke, then I'm your company
you can call it reparations or
lock and load nigga, revolution

2]
I fifty three million dollars for my collar stand
like the Bush gave to the Taliban
and fuck grams nigga, learn to speak and behave
you wanna spend twenty as a government slave
two million people in prison the government paid
stuck in a six by eight cell in the grave
i was by revolution to speak to the masses
in the club toast the truth, reach for the glasses
I burn an just to bring heat to you bastards
innocent deep in a casket, fashion
intoxicated of the flow like thugs
you motherfuckers will never get me to blastin'
your better off asking Ariel for compasion
your better off begging for twenty points for a
your off battling cancer under telephone cabels
Technique unstable, set to explode
by the dead sea scrolls written in codes
so if message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold
'cause if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with
it just means that a million people are as fuck
stuck in the underground in general and to the limit
without distribution managers, a deal, or a
Revolutionary Volume 2, murder the
and leave your fucking body rotten for the roaches and