Luyện nghe bài hát Industrial Revolution

1]
Yeah nigga, Technique, metaphysics

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

This is the business, and ya'll ain't getting nothing for
and if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your
you can call it reparations or
and load nigga, industrial revolution

2]
I want fifty three million dollars for my stand
like the Bush gave to the Taliban
and fuck packing grams nigga, learn to and behave
you wanna spend twenty years as a government
two million people in keep the government paid
stuck in a six by eight cell alive in the
i was by revolution to speak to the masses
deep in the club toast the truth, for the glasses
I burn an orphanage just to bring to you bastards
innocent deep in a casket, columbian
of the flow like thugs passion
you will never get me to stop blastin'
your better off Ariel Sharon for compasion
your better off for twenty points for a label
your better off battling cancer under telephone
chemically unstable, set to explode
foretold by the dead sea 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 a million people are stupid as fuck
in the underground in general and rose to the limit
without distribution managers, a deal, or a
Revolutionary Volume 2, the critics
and leave your fucking rotten for the roaches and crickets