Luyện nghe bài hát ANKH:HER

1]

A drunken ground for my
But if up was down for the liquor?
Then pour in something
mud from the champagne on blood
Might just milk a tub out my hand
Ivy league, I receive, vibes
What a dream! I mean? Ideaize
You see the storm way up in the heaven
A wouldn't mourn'em so I wake up to erect, damn
And the bed of women
Who came with a head made of chickens?
Break the fast, break the on a egg-making mission
With visions
And the
I that I could live inside jazz
As hecklers shekel
Note-blowing
over improvised ragtime
Red magic, dead rabbit, me back (???)

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?)

2]
May I die from a hand that is not
Lie my crown where Mike Brown dropped at
At the spot where he was
To pour liquor on it and watch a King grow 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 chasers bad chance no mash for the bangers
Ash with a bad hand, for the danger
Bottom of glass, shake that ass for the strangers
I'm on the wrath with the danglers, shaking my
You bass to the anglers (hooked)
to mausoleum, shackle my feet in 1919
Hollerin' cosmopolitans on the crime scene
Xenophobian, hemoglobin on white queens
Pale-face invaders to foreign devils and

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 like a set of
(My nigga, up?)

3]
Has the moon the sun yet?
dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun sets
A run to keep the lungs fresh
sweats on the radiator
Two shanks for the date and baby tapers
the vision 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 lemons persimmon flavored
Why you mixing neighbors? Spike it
Now the wrists are slitting
(Ankh:hers)
The of red wine
box thieves fighting bars to charge a dead mine
Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese strips
Well-designed to keep from liftin'

me or let it be
(My nigga, up?)
Tether me or me
(My nigga, up?)
Definitely set me free
(My nigga, up?)
But you like a set of keys
(My nigga, up?)