Luyện nghe bài hát ANKH:HER

1]

A drunken ground for my
But what if up was down for the
Then in something stiffer
mud from the champagne on blood
Might milk a tub out my hand vein
Ivy league, I receive, vibes
What a dream! I mean? Ideaize
You see the storm way up in the heaven
A statue wouldn't mourn'em so I up to erect, damn
And the bed made of
Who came first a head made of chickens?
Break the fast, break the mask on a mission
With X-rated
And the
I wish that I could inside jazz
As hecklers shekel
standard
Scat improvised ragtime
Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me (???)

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 look a set of keys
(My nigga, up?)

2]
May I die from a hand is not black
Lie down my crown where Mike dropped at
At the spot where he was
To pour on it and watch a King grow from the blood stains
Then hug him, I'm just here, I ain't here to him
I hear the jeers, the cheers, I'm
the day, it's judgement
(Ankh:hers)
For the sippers and the
Lift her by the like hangers
Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their
Ambulance bad chance ain't no mash for the bangers
Ash a bad hand, cash for the danger
Bottom 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, my feet in 1919
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?)
Tether me or me
(My nigga, up?)
won't set me free
(My nigga, up?)
But you look a set of keys
(My nigga, up?)

3]
Has the moon killed the sun
Over dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun
A run to keep the lungs fresh
sweats on the radiator
Two shanks for the date and baby tapers
Clear the vision with the spit the aviators
Legit but quit the lick promised them pits of paper
Will we the innovators?
we commemorate the imitators?
You are now set tripping eliminators
Life given
So now your lemons persimmon
Why you mixing different Spike it
Now the wrists are razors
(Ankh:hers)
The benefits of red
Drunken box thieves fighting bars to charge a mine
Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese strips
to keep from liftin' shit

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