Luyện nghe bài hát ANKH:HER

1]

A drunken for my niggas
But if up was down for the liquor?
Then pour in stiffer
Filter mud the champagne on blood
just 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 mourn'em so I up to erect, damn
And the bed made of
Who came first 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 live jazz
As hecklers magpie
Note-blowing
over improvised ragtime
Red magic, rabbit, energize me back (???)

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?)

2]
May I die from a that is not black
Lie down my crown where Mike dropped at
At the where he was unchained
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 and the drinkers
Lift her by the shoulders hangers
Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their
Ambulance bad chance 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 the danglers, shaking my shaft
You bass to the anglers (hooked)
Drift to mausoleum, shackle my in 1919
Hollerin' droppin' cosmopolitans on the scene
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 moon the sun yet?
Over dim sum steamed bamboo bun sets
A brisk run to keep the fresh
sweats on the radiator
Two shanks for the date and baby tapers
Clear the vision with the spit the aviators
Legit but quit because the lick promised them pits of
Will we eliminate the
we commemorate the imitators?
You are now set tripping with
given persimmons
So now your lemons flavored
Why you mixing different Spike it
Now the wrists are 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 from 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 look a set of keys
(My nigga, up?)