Luyện nghe bài hát ANKH:HER

1]

A ground for my niggas
But what if up was down for the
Then in something stiffer
Filter mud the champagne on blood
Might just milk a tub out my hand
Ivy league, I receive, vibes
What a dream! What I mean?
You see the storm way up in the heaven
A statue wouldn't so I wake up to erect, damn
And the bed of women
Who came first with a made of chickens?
Break the fast, break the on a egg-making mission
With visions
And the
I wish that I could live jazz
As hecklers shekel
standard
Scat over improvised
Red magic, rabbit, energize me back (???)

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 like a set of keys
(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 just here, I ain't to judge him
I the jeers, the cheers, I'm adjusted
It's the day, 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 made of glass, shake that ass for the
I'm on the wrath with the danglers, my shaft
You bass to the anglers (hooked)
Drift to mausoleum, shackle my in 1919
Hollerin' cosmopolitans on the crime 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?)
Definitely won't set me
(My nigga, up?)
But you look a set of keys
(My nigga, up?)

3]
Has the moon the sun yet?
Over dim sum steamed basket bun sets
A brisk run to keep the lungs
sweats on the radiator
Two for the date rapers and baby tapers
Clear the vision with the inside the aviators
Legit but quit the lick promised them pits of paper
Will we the innovators?
Will we commemorate the
You are now set tripping eliminators
given persimmons
So now your lemons persimmon
Why you mixing neighbors? Spike it
Now the are slitting razors
(Ankh:hers)
The benefits of red
Drunken box thieves fighting to charge a dead mine
Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken
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 like a set of keys
(My nigga, up?)