Luyện nghe bài hát ANKH:HER

1]

A drunken for my niggas
But if up was down for the liquor?
Then pour in something
Filter mud from the champagne on
Might just milk a tub out my vein
Ivy league, I receive, vibes
What a dream! I mean? Ideaize
You see the storm way up in the heaven
A statue mourn'em so I wake up to erect, damn
And the bed of women
Who first with a head made of chickens?
Break the fast, the mask on a egg-making mission
X-rated visions
And the
I that I could live inside jazz
As shekel magpie
Note-blowing
Scat over improvised
Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me (???)

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?)

2]
May I die from a hand is not black
Lie down my crown where Mike Brown at
At the spot where he was
To liquor on it and watch a King 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
the day, it's judgement
(Ankh:hers)
For the and the drinkers
Lift her by the like hangers
Pterodactyls, are damsels, in their fingers
Ambulance chasers bad chance ain't no for the bangers
Ash a bad hand, cash for the danger
Bottom made of glass, shake that ass for the
I'm on the wrath with the danglers, shaking my
You bass to the anglers (hooked)
Drift to mausoleum, shackle my feet in
Hollerin' droppin' on the crime scene
Xenophobian, hemoglobin soakin' on queens
Pale-face to foreign devils and gaijin

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?)

3]
Has the moon killed the sun
Over dim sum steamed bamboo bun sets
A brisk run to keep the lungs
Hung on the radiator
Two shanks for the rapers and baby tapers
Clear the vision with the spit inside the
Legit but quit because the lick promised pits of paper
we eliminate the innovators?
Will we the imitators?
You are now set with eliminators
Life given
So now your lemons persimmon
Why you mixing different neighbors? 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 strips
to keep 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?)