Luyện nghe bài hát Industrial Revolution

1]
Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique,

The bling-bling era was cute but it's to be done
I leave you full of clips like the blocking the sun
my metaphors are like herpes but harder to catch
like an escape in prison I started from scratch
and now these parasites wanna percent of my
trying to control perspective like an flashback
but here's a quotable for single record exec
get your fucking hands out my pocket nigga like 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 as good as me, they just got better marketing schemes
I leave ya to own destruction like sparking a fiend
'cause you got jealousy in ya voice star scream
and that's the primary reason that I hate yall
I've been since niggas got killed over 8-ball jackets
and Reebok Pumps that didn't do shit for the
I'm a heatseaker with features that'll through the speaker
and murder revolutionaries personally
break a thermometer and feed his kids mercury
ANR's try jerking me thinking call shots
offered me a deal and a blanket of small pox
your all getting shot, you little fucking trecherous

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 call it reparations or
and load nigga, industrial revolution

2]
I want fifty three million for my collar stand
like the Bush administration gave to the
and fuck grams nigga, learn to speak and behave
you wanna spend twenty as a government slave
two people in prison keep the government paid
stuck in a six by eight cell alive in the
i was made by revolution to to the masses
deep in the club the truth, reach for the glasses
I burn an orphanage to bring heat to you bastards
innocent deep in a casket, fashion
intoxicated of the flow like thugs
you motherfuckers never get me to stop blastin'
your better off Ariel Sharon for compasion
your off begging for twenty points for a label
your better off battling under telephone cabels
Technique chemically unstable, set to
foretold by the sea scrolls written in codes
so if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you
'cause if you go platinum, got nothing to do with luck
it just that a million people are stupid as fuck
stuck in the underground in general and to the limit
distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick
Revolutionary Volume 2, the critics
and leave your fucking body rotten for the and crickets