Luyện nghe bài hát The Prediction

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

Care Moore]
Afro-Angels my weapons in tangles
Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
In spite the of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell left from your right
We the assassins laughin while the New collapsin
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armored I'm blastin
As the Earth now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people of habit
You find if you ain't never had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin after
I kiss my fourteen
Keep all my baby wishes
I predict all the turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you to grow broccoli from the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink underground rivers
Wash face between our legs
While recreating humanity, we will yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all and yellow pills
Ban all pink and pills
I predict killing fields of armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate will be bombed
Childbirth outlawed
will be branded numbered and barred
All paper money is
Though few scholars can interpret our
sky has holes
We the young is old
Nastradamus tell us how the story gets