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, like hematite with the East oils I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my boots tight
Now that the government's gone, tell your left from your right
We the assassins laughin while the New World's
Earth's ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now swells
The of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit
You can't find if you never had it
Spiritually blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I Goddesses you runnin after witches
I kiss my stitches
all my baby girl wishes
I all the oceans turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink from rivers
Wash your face between our
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 fields of ghetto anti-Hatch
groups will be bombed
Childbirth becomes
Always will be numbered and barred
All paper is gone
few scholars can interpret our scrolls
Your sky has
We know the is old
Nastradamus us how the story gets told