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 like the moon blocking the sun
my metaphors are dirty like herpes but to catch
like an escape tunnel in I started from scratch
and now these wanna percent of my ASCAP
trying to control perspective like an acid
but here's a quotable for single record exec
get your fucking out my pocket nigga 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 and laugh when the sky electrocutes me
Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts dreams
no ones as good as good as me, they just got marketing schemes
I leave ya to own destruction like sparking a fiend
'cause you got in ya voice like star scream
and that's the primary reason that I yall faggots
I've been nice since niggas got killed over jackets
and Reebok Pumps that didn't do shit for the
I'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach through the
and murder counter revolutionaries
break a thermometer and force his kids mercury
ANR's try jerking me thinking they shots
offered me a and a blanket full of small pox
your all getting shot, you little trecherous bitches

This is the business, and ya'll getting nothing 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 want three million dollars for my collar stand
like the Bush administration gave to the
and fuck grams nigga, learn to speak and behave
you wanna twenty years as a government slave
two million people in prison keep the government
stuck in a six by eight alive in the grave
i was by revolution to speak to the masses
deep in the club toast the truth, reach for the
I burn an orphanage just to bring to you bastards
innocent deep in a casket, fashion
intoxicated of the flow like passion
you motherfuckers never get me to stop blastin'
your better off Ariel Sharon for compasion
your off begging for twenty points for a label
better off battling cancer under telephone cabels
Technique chemically unstable, set to
foretold by the sea scrolls written in codes
so if your ain't shit, fuck the records you sold
'cause if you go platinum, it's got to do with luck
it just that a million people are stupid as fuck
stuck in the underground in general and to the limit
without managers, a deal, or a gimmick
Revolutionary Volume 2, murder the
and leave your fucking rotten for the roaches and crickets