Luyện nghe bài hát Industrial Revolution

1]
Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique,

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 dirty like but harder to catch
like an escape tunnel in I started from scratch
and now these parasites wanna percent of my
trying to control perspective like an flashback
but here's a for every 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 to miss if you shoot me
the heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me
Immortal Technique stuck in thoughts darkening dreams
no ones as good as good as me, they just got marketing schemes
I leave ya to your own destruction sparking a fiend
'cause you got jealousy in ya voice like scream
and that's the primary reason that I hate faggots
I've been nice since niggas got killed over jackets
and Reebok that didn't do shit for the sneaker
I'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach through the
and murder revolutionaries personally
break a thermometer and force his kids mercury
ANR's try jerking me thinking they call
offered me a deal and a full of small pox
your all getting shot, you little trecherous bitches

This is the business, and ain't getting nothing for free
and if you devils play broke, then I'm taking 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 administration gave to the
and packing grams nigga, learn to speak and behave
you wanna spend twenty years as a slave
two million people in prison keep the government
stuck in a six by eight cell in the grave
i was made by revolution to to the masses
in the club toast the truth, reach for the glasses
I burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you
innocent deep in a casket, columbian
intoxicated of the like thugs passion
you will never get me to stop blastin'
better off asking Ariel Sharon for compasion
your better off begging for twenty for a label
your better off battling cancer under telephone
Technique unstable, set to explode
by the dead sea scrolls written in codes
so if your message ain't shit, 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
stuck in the underground in and rose to the limit
without distribution managers, a deal, or a
Revolutionary 2, murder the critics
and leave your fucking rotten for the roaches and crickets