Luyện nghe bài hát ANKH:HER

1]

A ground for my niggas
But if up was down for the liquor?
Then in something stiffer
Filter mud the champagne on blood
Might milk a tub out my hand vein
Ivy league, I receive, Irie
What a dream! What I Ideaize
You see the brewing way up in the heaven
A wouldn't mourn'em so I wake up to erect, damn
And the bed made of
Who came first with a made of chickens?
Break the fast, break the mask on a egg-making
X-rated visions
And the
I wish that I could live jazz
As hecklers shekel
Note-blowing
Scat over 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 a hand that is not black
Lie down my where Mike Brown dropped at
At the spot he was unchained
To pour liquor on it and watch a King 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
It's the day, it's
(Ankh:hers)
For the sippers and the
Lift her by the shoulders hangers
Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their
Ambulance chasers bad chance ain't no mash for the
Ash with a bad hand, cash for the
Bottom made of glass, that ass for the strangers
I'm on the wrath with the danglers, my shaft
You just bass to the (hooked)
Drift to mausoleum, shackle my in 1919
Hollerin' droppin' on the crime scene
Xenophobian, hemoglobin soakin' on queens
Pale-face invaders to 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 a set of keys
(My nigga, up?)

3]
Has the moon killed the sun
dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun sets
A brisk run to keep the lungs
sweats on the radiator
Two shanks for the date rapers and tapers
Clear the vision the spit inside the aviators
but quit because the lick promised them pits of paper
Will we the innovators?
Will we commemorate the
You are now set tripping with
Life persimmons
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 Siamese chicken
Well-designed to keep from liftin'

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