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 lack of sunlight, got my boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from your
We the assassins laughin while the New World's
Mother ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now womb
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 embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you after witches
I my fourteen stitches
Keep all my girl wishes
I predict all the oceans 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 between our legs
While humanity, we will summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all and yellow pills
Ban all pink and pills
I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch
Hate will be bombed
becomes outlawed
Always will be 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