Luyện nghe bài hát Prophecy

So the motherfucker they call....Immortal Technique.
What the fuck you so special nigga?
Huh... what the do you do?

I calculate alignment like Mayan astronomy
Discovering atrocities worst Aristotle
Subjecting children to
theory of the galaxy is primitive like Ptolemy
The about the universe stuck up like Aztec pottery
Unpredictable results experimental psychology
I stomp the streets with emcees beneath my feet in
But presentation and spirit around autonomy
for monogamy
And cutting bitches out of my mind like a lobotomy
So I'm not gonna be here to play games
Walked the top of the world and leave the circle in flames
Battle the and false prophet depicted in the King James
I give a fuck about your emcee name I don't you
by dental records will you be identifiable
Cause the is not reliable
Remember when rap was not viable
to what motherfuckers think of me
I might be nobody, but wait I'm together like a symphony
Resounding sound that continue infinitely
Angel of death punishing all who live in infamy
And shine so far from you
never get a glimpse of me
Attempts to extinguish me don't even me none
Like retarded kids ice cubes at the sun
A victory against Immortal Technique will be done
Just degrees of losing it every your adding one
Some niggas dream of pushing kilos but I drop
more facts and formulas and philosophical logic
Then a full of scientists puffing on chronic
Dipped in mycin cyanide and liquid bubonic
And use it as a sonic one to find the of the demonic
Screaming like onyx is of no consequence
The poison is dense enough to up your arteries
is not a part of me
I cause you bodily injury permanently be simply verbally me
Is cause of the unbelievable evil injected inside
The blood of my people
And redemption is not located a church steeple
The feeble and the meek in soul just the technique
Will inherit the earth, But the will be weak
Mother earth in her decrepit terminal physique
The year thousand is bleak no happily ever after
Just death following the Fourth disaster, a legacy of bastards
With plastic explosives futures been eroded
you forgot that when your free it's multiplied indefinitely
By the struggle be the struggle I see
To unite the third world countries
hypocrisy in America's democracy
Sloppily obsessed with stopping me 'cause I prophecy
Trample and your capitalist philosophy
The same way I stomp the rap monopoly
And I'm not a prophet
But that's the fucking