Luyện nghe bài hát The Prediction

[Rich
What's happenin brothers and
Welcome to our

[Jessica Care
hide my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like with the East oils I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle tight
Now that the government's gone, can't your left from your right
We the assassins laughin while the New World's
Mother Earth's ribs in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of
You can't if you ain't never had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin witches
I my fourteen stitches
all my baby girl wishes
I predict all the oceans dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow from the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink underground rivers
Wash face between our legs
While humanity, we will summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow
Ban all and yellow pills
I predict killing of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate groups be bombed
Childbirth outlawed
Always will be numbered and barred
All paper is gone
Though few scholars can interpret our
sky has holes
We know the is old
tell us how the story gets told