Luyện nghe bài hát ANKH:HER

1]

A drunken for my niggas
But what if up was down for the
Then in something stiffer
mud from the champagne on blood
Might just milk a tub out my vein
Ivy league, I receive, vibes
What a dream! What I Ideaize
You see the brewing way up in the heaven
A statue mourn'em so I wake up to erect, damn
And the bed made of
Who came first a head made of chickens?
Break the fast, the mask on a egg-making mission
X-rated visions
And the
I wish that I could live jazz
As hecklers magpie
standard
Scat over ragtime
Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me (???)

me or let it be
(My nigga, up?)
Tether me or me
(My nigga, up?)
Definitely 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 down my crown where Mike Brown at
At the spot where he was
To pour liquor on it and watch a grow from the blood stains
Then hug him, I'm here, I ain't here to judge him
I the jeers, the cheers, I'm adjusted
the day, it's judgement
(Ankh:hers)
For the and the drinkers
Lift her by the like hangers
Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their
Ambulance chasers bad chance ain't no for the bangers
Ash with a bad hand, cash for the
Bottom made of glass, shake ass for the strangers
I'm on the wrath with the danglers, shaking my
You bass to the anglers (hooked)
Drift to mausoleum, shackle my in 1919
Hollerin' droppin' cosmopolitans on the crime
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 set me free
(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 shanks for the date rapers and tapers
Clear the vision with the spit the aviators
Legit but quit because the lick promised them of paper
Will we the innovators?
Will we commemorate the
You are now set tripping eliminators
Life given
So now your persimmon flavored
Why you mixing neighbors? Spike it
Now the wrists are razors
(Ankh:hers)
The of red wine
box thieves fighting bars to charge a dead mine
Iron Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken strips
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?)