Luyện nghe bài hát ANKH:HER

1]

A drunken for my niggas
But what if up was for the liquor?
Then pour in something
Filter mud from the on blood
Might just milk a tub out my vein
Ivy league, I receive, Irie
What a dream! What I Ideaize
You see the storm brewing way up in the
A statue mourn'em so I wake up to erect, damn
And the bed of women
Who first with a head made of chickens?
the fast, break the mask on a egg-making mission
With X-rated
And the
I wish that I could inside jazz
As hecklers magpie
standard
Scat over ragtime
Red magic, dead rabbit, me back (???)

me or let it be
(My nigga, up?)
Tether me or 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 that is not black
Lie down my crown Mike Brown dropped at
At the spot 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, judgement
(Ankh:hers)
For the sippers and the
Lift her by the shoulders like
Pterodactyls, are damsels, in their fingers
Ambulance chasers bad chance ain't no for the bangers
Ash with a bad hand, for the danger
Bottom made of glass, shake ass for the strangers
I'm on the wrath with the danglers, shaking my
You bass to the anglers (hooked)
Drift to mausoleum, shackle my in 1919
droppin' cosmopolitans on the crime 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?)
won't set me free
(My nigga, up?)
But you look a set of keys
(My nigga, up?)

3]
Has the killed the sun yet?
dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun sets
A run to keep the lungs fresh
Hung on the radiator
Two for the date rapers and baby tapers
Clear the with the spit inside the aviators
Legit but quit the lick promised them pits of paper
Will we eliminate the
Will we the imitators?
You are now set tripping with
Life persimmons
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 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 look a set of keys
(My nigga, up?)