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 than
Subjecting to sodomy
theory of the galaxy is primitive like Ptolemy
The truth about the universe up like Aztec pottery
Unpredictable results like experimental
I stomp the streets with emcees my feet in colonies
But presentation and revolve around autonomy
Searching for
And cutting bitches out of my mind like a lobotomy
So obviously I'm not be here to play games
the top of the world and leave the Arctic circle in flames
Battle the beast and false prophet in the King James
I give a fuck about your emcee name I don't you
Only by dental will you be identifiable
Cause the is not reliable
Remember rap was not economically viable
Comparable to what motherfuckers of me
I might be nobody, but wait till I'm together a symphony
Resounding sound will continue infinitely
Angel of death all those 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 throwing ice at the sun
A victory against Immortal Technique will never be
Just degrees of losing it second your adding one
Some niggas dream of pushing but I drop tons
more facts and formulas and philosophical logic
Then a basement full of scientists puffing on
Dipped in potassium cyanide and liquid bubonic
And use it as a sonic one to find the spawn of the
Screaming like onyx is of no consequence
The is dense enough to clog up your arteries
is not a part of me
I cause you bodily injury permanently be verbally murdering me
Is inconceivable cause of the unbelievable evil injected
The blood stream of my
And redemption is not located a church steeple
The feeble and the meek in soul like the technique
Will inherit the earth, But the will be weak
earth in her decrepit terminal illness physique
The year three is bleak no happily ever after
death following the Fourth Reich disaster, a legacy of bastards
With explosives your futures been eroded
Cause you forgot that when free it's multiplied indefinitely
By the struggle that be the I see
To socialisticly unite the third world
Expose hypocrisy in democracy
Sloppily obsessed with stopping me I speak prophecy
Trample and dismantle your philosophy
The same way I stomp the conquering rap
And I'm not a prophet
But that's the prophecy