Luyện nghe bài hát The Prediction

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

Care Moore]
Afro-Angels hide my in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots
Now that the government's gone, tell your left from your right
We the assassins laughin the New World's collapsin
Mother ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of
You can't find if you never had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict you runnin after witches
I kiss my stitches
Keep all my baby girl
I predict all the turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the
We take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers
Wash your face between our
While recreating humanity, we summon yem and yaw
for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills
Ban all pink and yellow
I predict killing of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate groups will be
Childbirth becomes
Always will be branded and barred
All paper money is
Though few scholars can our scrolls
sky has holes
We know the is old
Nastradamus tell us how the story told