Luyện nghe bài hát The Prediction

[Rich
What's brothers and sisters?
to our time

[Jessica Care
Afro-Angels my weapons in tangles
Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your from your right
We the laughin while the New World's collapsin
Earth's ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now womb
The of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit
You can't find if you ain't had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin witches
I kiss my fourteen
all my baby girl wishes
I all the oceans turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink from rivers
Wash face between our legs
recreating humanity, we will summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all and yellow pills
Ban all and yellow pills
I killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
groups will be bombed
Childbirth outlawed
Always will be branded numbered and
All paper money is
few scholars can interpret our scrolls
Your sky has
We know the is old
Nastradamus tell us how the gets told