Luyện nghe bài hát Industrial Revolution

1]
Yeah nigga, Technique, metaphysics

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

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

2]
I want three million dollars for my collar stand
the Bush administration gave to the Taliban
and packing grams nigga, learn to speak and behave
you wanna spend twenty years as a slave
two million people in prison keep the paid
in a six by eight cell alive in the grave
i was made by revolution to speak to the
deep in the club toast the truth, for the glasses
I burn an orphanage just to bring to you bastards
innocent in a casket, columbian fashion
intoxicated of the like thugs passion
you motherfuckers will never get me to stop
your better off Ariel Sharon for compasion
your better off begging for twenty points for a
your better off battling cancer under cabels
Technique chemically unstable, set to
foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in
so if your message 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 distribution managers, a deal, or a
Volume 2, murder the critics
and leave your fucking rotten for the roaches and crickets