Luyện nghe bài hát Industrial Revolution

1]
Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique,

The era was cute but it's about to be done
I you full of clips like the moon blocking the sun
my metaphors are dirty like herpes but to catch
like an escape tunnel in prison I from scratch
and now these wanna percent of my ASCAP
trying to control like an acid flashback
but here's a quotable for every single record
get your fucking hands out my pocket nigga 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 if you shoot me
curse the heavens and laugh when the sky me
Technique stuck in your thoughts darkening dreams
no ones as good as good as me, they just got better marketing
I leave ya to your own destruction sparking a fiend
'cause you got jealousy in ya like star scream
and that's the primary reason that I yall faggots
been nice since niggas got killed over 8-ball jackets
and Pumps that didn't do shit for the sneaker
I'm a with features that'll reach through the speaker
and counter revolutionaries personally
break a and force feed his kids mercury
ANR's try me thinking they 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 nothing for
and if you devils broke, then I'm taking your company
you can call it or restitution
and load nigga, industrial revolution

2]
I want fifty three dollars for my collar stand
like the Bush administration gave to the
and fuck packing grams nigga, to speak and behave
you wanna twenty years as a government slave
two million people in prison 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 toast the truth, reach for the
I burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you
innocent deep in a casket, columbian
intoxicated of the flow like passion
you will never get me to stop blastin'
your better off Ariel Sharon for compasion
your better off begging for twenty for a label
your better off cancer under telephone cabels
Technique unstable, set to explode
foretold by the dead sea scrolls 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 means that a million are stupid as fuck
stuck in the underground in general and to the limit
without distribution managers, a deal, or a
Revolutionary Volume 2, murder the
and leave fucking body rotten for the roaches and crickets