Luyện nghe bài hát Industrial Revolution

1]
Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique,

The bling-bling era was but it's about to be done
I leave you full of clips like the blocking the sun
my metaphors are dirty herpes but harder to catch
like an escape tunnel in prison I from scratch
and now parasites wanna percent of my ASCAP
trying to control perspective an acid flashback
but here's a quotable for single record exec
get your fucking hands out my pocket like Malcolm X
but this ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a
and I'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you me
curse the heavens and laugh when the sky me
Immortal stuck in your thoughts darkening dreams
no ones as good as good as me, they just got better marketing
I leave ya to your own destruction like sparking a
'cause you got jealousy in ya voice like scream
and that's the primary reason I hate yall faggots
I've been nice since got killed over 8-ball jackets
and Reebok Pumps didn't do shit for the sneaker
I'm a heatseaker with features that'll through the speaker
and murder revolutionaries personally
break a thermometer and force his kids mercury
ANR's try me thinking they call shots
me a deal and a blanket full of small pox
your all getting shot, you fucking trecherous bitches

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

2]
I fifty three million dollars for my collar stand
the Bush administration gave to the Taliban
and fuck packing nigga, learn to speak and behave
you wanna twenty years as a government slave
two million people in prison keep the government
in a six by eight cell alive in the grave
i was made by revolution to to the masses
deep in the club toast the truth, reach for the
I burn an just to bring heat to you bastards
innocent deep in a casket, columbian
intoxicated of the flow like thugs
you motherfuckers will never get me to stop
your better off Ariel Sharon for compasion
your better off begging for twenty for a label
your off battling cancer under telephone cabels
Technique chemically unstable, set to
foretold by the dead sea written in codes
so if your message ain't shit, fuck the you sold
'cause if you go platinum, it's got to do with luck
it just means that a million are stupid as fuck
stuck in the underground in general and to the limit
without managers, a deal, or a gimmick
Revolutionary Volume 2, the critics
and your fucking body rotten for the roaches and crickets