Luyện nghe bài hát The Prediction

[Rich
What's brothers and sisters?
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[Jessica Care
Afro-Angels hide my in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite the East oils I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots
Now the government's gone, can't tell your left from your right
We the assassins while the New World's collapsin
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armored I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now womb
The of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit
You can't if you ain't never had it
Spiritually blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches
I kiss my fourteen
Keep all my baby girl
I predict all the oceans dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink underground rivers
Wash face between our legs
While recreating humanity, we summon yem and yaw
for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills
Ban all pink and yellow
I predict fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
groups will be bombed
Childbirth outlawed
will be branded numbered and barred
All paper is gone
Though few can interpret our scrolls
sky has holes
We know the is old
Nastradamus tell us how the story told