Luyện nghe bài hát ANKH:HER

1]

A ground for my niggas
But if up was down for the liquor?
Then pour in stiffer
Filter mud from the champagne on
Might just a tub out my hand vein
Ivy league, I receive, Irie
What a dream! What I mean?
You see the storm brewing way up in the
A wouldn't mourn'em so I wake up to erect, damn
And the bed made of
Who came first with a head of chickens?
Break the fast, the mask on a egg-making mission
X-rated visions
And the
I wish that I live inside jazz
As shekel magpie
Note-blowing
Scat over improvised
Red magic, dead rabbit, me back (???)

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 like a set of
(My nigga, up?)

2]
May I die from a hand that is not
Lie down my where Mike Brown dropped at
At the spot he was unchained
To pour liquor on it and watch a King grow the blood stains
Then hug him, I'm here, I ain't here to judge 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 like
Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their
Ambulance chasers bad chance ain't no mash for the
Ash with a bad hand, for the danger
Bottom of glass, shake that ass for the strangers
I'm on the with the danglers, shaking my shaft
You just bass to the (hooked)
Drift to mausoleum, shackle my in 1919
Hollerin' droppin' cosmopolitans on the scene
Xenophobian, soakin' on white queens
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 like a set of keys
(My nigga, up?)

3]
Has the killed the sun yet?
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 baby
Clear the with the spit inside the aviators
Legit but quit because the lick promised them of paper
Will we eliminate the
Will we commemorate the
You are now set with eliminators
Life persimmons
So now your lemons flavored
Why you different neighbors? Spike it
Now the wrists are slitting
(Ankh:hers)
The of red wine
Drunken box thieves fighting bars to charge a mine
Iron Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken strips
Well-designed to keep from liftin'

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 like a set of
(My nigga, up?)