Luyện nghe bài hát Industrial Revolution

1]
Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique,

The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be
I you full of clips like the moon blocking the sun
my are dirty 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 an acid flashback
but here's a for every single record exec
get your fucking hands out my pocket like Malcolm X
but this a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie
and I'm not that of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me
the heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me
Immortal Technique stuck in your darkening dreams
no ones as good as good as me, just got better marketing schemes
I leave ya to your own destruction sparking a fiend
'cause you got jealousy in ya voice like star
and the primary reason that I hate yall faggots
I've nice 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 counter personally
a thermometer and force feed his kids mercury
ANR's try jerking me thinking they shots
offered me a deal and a full of small pox
all getting shot, you little fucking trecherous bitches

This is the business, and ya'll ain't getting for free
and if you devils play broke, I'm taking your company
you can it reparations or restitution
lock and load nigga, industrial

2]
I want fifty three million dollars for my collar
like the Bush gave to the Taliban
and fuck packing grams nigga, to speak and behave
you wanna spend twenty years as a government
two people in prison keep the government paid
stuck in a six by eight cell alive in the
i was made by to speak 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
of the flow like thugs passion
you motherfuckers never get me to stop blastin'
your better off asking Sharon for compasion
better off begging for twenty points for a label
your better off cancer under telephone cabels
Technique unstable, set to explode
foretold by the dead sea written in codes
so if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you
'cause if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with
it just means that a 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, the critics
and leave your fucking rotten for the roaches and crickets