Luyện nghe bài hát Creation & Destruction

Se ha la mierda(Spanish)
Bout to drop a cut
Yo, yo, yo, huh

Technique, disintegrates mic's when I spit
I cause more casualties than sunken slave
Full to capacity, I bring to rap without my man Kadafi
The government took Nazi from Germany
To design nuclear rockets and of observin' me
their pathetic attempts, didn't work to murder me
When country was conceived, these bastards never heard of me
But now I hold the souls of slave eternally
internally, burgundy, durin' surgery, verbally
'Cause I'm a witch
Devils are
been around since the planet was inhabitable
I in the ocean and created microscopic animals
Which evolved into two species, the righteous and the
But until then, I had alien women me off
God said "Let there be light", I turned it the fuck off
And the reason that the earth is only 5 billion years old
I made the sun shine, and time to unfold
The surface was lava, but when I stepped down, it cold
Fuck what you've told
My form became a swarm of molecule sickness
Manifested liquid trapped inside a region
Until the skies starting raining, continuous
Immortal Technique, at long last,
Undebatably to leave you decapitated
je suis fous, but my crazy words make sense(je suis = i am mad)
split every pound of your body into six pence
I'm of simple similes about The Sixth Sense
I'll leave your body drenched in the blood of all ancestors
You'll never be at peace, like the souls of child
I'll cut you and bless your festering with alcohol
Drown you in a clogged toilet, in a public bathroom
I'll rip you down, take a chunk of you home the Berlin Wall
is the final call, for all the rappers that wanna brawl
Immortal Technique, the motherfucker to diss
'Cause I allow God to let you motherfuckers

yeah, real oh
We about to somethin' now, yo
Yo, yo, yo
I'm the stronghold on your neck that doesn't let you
Stronger the fake image of God in which you believe
More dangerous than your ass could ever percieve
A European virus, in Africa, overseas
Transported by mosquitoes and to where you live
So lock yourself in your house your wife and your kids
You're a bitch, somebody probably made you out of a rib
My arrest record just scratches the surface of I did
My bid locked me up and my life to an end
I was forgotten, abandoned by my and friends
You don't want with people like me so don't pretend
I'll resurrect your aborted baby and it again
You get no props in like feminine men
I'm iller than any plague God gave Moses to
You make amends, 'cause I'm the reason that the earth shakes
Burying fam like Central American earthquakes

Technique
Harlem to
Lyrically ya
Te dije que se ha la mierda(spanish)