Luyện nghe bài hát The Prediction

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

[Jessica Care
Afro-Angels my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I
In spite the of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left your right
We the assassins laughin while the New World's
Mother ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, 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 I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches
I kiss my fourteen
Keep all my girl wishes
I predict all the turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you to grow broccoli from the desert
We will our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers
Wash your between our legs
While humanity, we will summon yem and yaw
for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills
Ban all pink and yellow
I killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
groups will be bombed
Childbirth outlawed
Always will be branded numbered and
All paper is gone
Though few scholars can our scrolls
sky has holes
We the young is old
Nastradamus tell us how the gets told