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 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 your left from your
We the laughin while the New World's collapsin
Mother Earth's crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now swells
The birth of Magic, savin my people force of habit
You can't find if you never had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto lifted
Power-shiftin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches
I my fourteen stitches
Keep all my baby girl
I all the oceans turn dry
Not one girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
We take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers
your face between our legs
While humanity, we will summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all and yellow pills
Ban all and yellow pills
I predict killing of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate groups will be
Childbirth outlawed
Always will be branded and barred
All paper is gone
few scholars can interpret our scrolls
Your sky has
We the young is old
Nastradamus us how the story gets told