Luyện nghe bài hát Prophecy

So you're the motherfucker call....Immortal Technique.
the fuck make you so special nigga?
Huh... the fuck do you do?

I calculate planet alignment like Mayan
Discovering atrocities worst than
children to sodomy
Your theory of the galaxy is primitive like
The truth about the universe stuck up Aztec pottery
Unpredictable results experimental psychology
I stomp the streets with emcees my feet in colonies
But presentation and spirit around autonomy
for monogamy
And cutting fake bitches out of my like a lobotomy
So obviously I'm not gonna be here to play
the top of the world and leave the Arctic circle in flames
Battle the beast and false prophet depicted in the James
I give a fuck about emcee name I don't admire you
Only by dental will you be identifiable
the future is not reliable
Remember when rap was not economically
Comparable to motherfuckers think of me
I might be nobody, but wait till I'm like a symphony
sound that will continue infinitely
Angel of punishing all those who live in infamy
And so far away from you
You'll get a glimpse of me
Attempts to extinguish me even bother me none
Like retarded kids throwing ice at the sun
A victory against Immortal Technique will never be
degrees of losing it every second your adding one
Some niggas dream of pushing but I drop tons
With more facts and and philosophical logic
Then a basement of scientists puffing on chronic
Dipped in mycin potassium 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 enough to clog up your arteries
is not a part of me
I cause you injury permanently be simply verbally murdering me
Is inconceivable of the unbelievable evil injected inside
The stream of my people
And redemption is not located a church steeple
The feeble and the meek in just like the technique
Will inherit the earth, But the earth will be
Mother earth in her decrepit terminal physique
The year three thousand is no happily ever after
death following the Fourth Reich disaster, a legacy of bastards
With plastic explosives futures been eroded
Cause you forgot that when your free it's indefinitely
By the struggle that be the I see
To unite the third world countries
Expose hypocrisy in America's
Sloppily obsessed with me 'cause I speak prophecy
Trample and dismantle capitalist philosophy
The same way I stomp the conquering rap
And I'm not a prophet
But that's the fucking