Luyện nghe bài hát ANKH:HER

1]

A ground for my niggas
But what if up was down for the
Then pour in something
Filter mud from the champagne on
Might just 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 with a head made of
Break the fast, the mask on a egg-making mission
X-rated visions
And the
I that I could live inside jazz
As hecklers shekel
standard
Scat improvised ragtime
Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me (???)

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?)

2]
May I die from a that is not black
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 here to judge him
I the jeers, the cheers, I'm adjusted
It's the day, judgement
(Ankh:hers)
For the sippers and the
her by the shoulders like hangers
Pterodactyls, are damsels, in their fingers
Ambulance bad chance ain't no mash for the bangers
Ash with a bad hand, for the danger
Bottom made of glass, shake 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 feet in
Hollerin' droppin' on the crime scene
Xenophobian, hemoglobin on white queens
Pale-face invaders to foreign 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 basket bun
A run to keep the lungs fresh
Hung sweats on the
Two shanks for the date rapers and baby
Clear the with the spit inside the aviators
Legit but quit because the lick them pits of paper
Will we eliminate the
we commemorate the imitators?
You are now set tripping eliminators
Life given
So now your lemons flavored
Why you different neighbors? Spike 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 chicken
Well-designed to keep liftin' shit

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?)