Luyện nghe bài hát ANKH:HER

1]

A ground for my niggas
But what if up was down for the
Then pour in stiffer
mud from the champagne on blood
Might milk a tub out my hand vein
Ivy league, I receive, Irie
What a dream! I mean? Ideaize
You see the storm brewing way up in the
A statue wouldn't so I wake up to erect, damn
And the bed of women
Who came first with a head of chickens?
Break the fast, break the on a egg-making mission
With X-rated
And the
I wish that I could inside jazz
As hecklers shekel
Note-blowing
Scat improvised ragtime
Red magic, dead rabbit, me back (???)

me or let it be
(My nigga, up?)
Tether me or me
(My nigga, up?)
Definitely set me free
(My nigga, up?)
But you look like a set of
(My nigga, up?)

2]
May I die from a that is not black
Lie down my crown where Brown dropped at
At the spot where he was
To pour on it and watch a King grow from the blood stains
hug him, I'm just here, I ain't here to judge him
I hear the jeers, the cheers, I'm
It's the day, it's
(Ankh:hers)
For the and the drinkers
Lift her by the like hangers
Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their
Ambulance chasers bad chance ain't no for the bangers
Ash with a bad hand, for the danger
Bottom of glass, shake that ass for the strangers
I'm on the wrath with the danglers, shaking my
You bass to the anglers (hooked)
Drift to mausoleum, my feet in 1919
Hollerin' droppin' cosmopolitans on the crime
Xenophobian, hemoglobin soakin' on white
invaders to foreign devils and gaijin

me or let it be
(My nigga, up?)
me or sever me
(My nigga, up?)
Definitely set me free
(My nigga, up?)
But you look like a set of
(My nigga, up?)

3]
Has the killed the sun yet?
Over dim sum steamed basket bun sets
A brisk run to the lungs fresh
sweats on the radiator
Two shanks for the rapers and baby tapers
the vision with the spit inside the aviators
Legit but quit because the lick promised them of paper
we eliminate the innovators?
Will we the imitators?
You are now set tripping with
Life given
So now lemons persimmon flavored
Why you different neighbors? Spike it
Now the are slitting razors
(Ankh:hers)
The of red wine
Drunken box thieves fighting bars to a dead mine
Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a chicken strips
Well-designed to keep liftin' shit

me or let it be
(My nigga, up?)
me or sever me
(My nigga, up?)
Definitely won't set me
(My nigga, up?)
But you like a set of keys
(My nigga, up?)