Luyện nghe bài hát ANKH:HER

1]

A drunken for my niggas
But what if up was down for the
Then pour in something
Filter mud the champagne on blood
Might just a tub out my hand vein
Ivy league, I receive, vibes
What a dream! What I mean?
You see the storm brewing way up in the
A statue wouldn't mourn'em so I up to erect, damn
And the bed made of
Who came first with a head of chickens?
Break the fast, break the mask on a egg-making
With visions
And the
I wish that I could inside jazz
As hecklers shekel
standard
Scat improvised ragtime
Red magic, rabbit, energize 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 hand that is not
Lie down my crown where Mike dropped at
At the where he was unchained
To pour liquor on it and watch a grow from the blood stains
Then hug him, I'm just here, I 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
her by the shoulders like hangers
Pterodactyls, are damsels, in their fingers
Ambulance chasers bad ain't no mash for the bangers
Ash with a bad hand, for the danger
made of glass, shake that ass for the strangers
I'm on the wrath with the danglers, shaking my
You just to the anglers (hooked)
Drift to mausoleum, shackle my feet in
Hollerin' droppin' cosmopolitans on the scene
Xenophobian, hemoglobin soakin' on white
Pale-face invaders to foreign 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 moon the sun yet?
Over dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun
A brisk run to keep the lungs
Hung sweats on the
Two for the date rapers and baby tapers
the vision with the spit inside the aviators
Legit but quit the lick promised them pits of paper
we eliminate the innovators?
Will we the imitators?
You are now set tripping eliminators
Life given
So now your lemons flavored
Why you mixing different Spike it
Now the wrists are slitting
(Ankh:hers)
The benefits of red
Drunken box thieves fighting bars to charge a mine
Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken
to keep from liftin' shit

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 a set of keys
(My nigga, up?)