Luyện nghe bài hát ANKH:HER

1]

A ground for my niggas
But if up was down for the liquor?
pour in something stiffer
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 brewing way up in the heaven
A statue wouldn't mourn'em so I wake up to erect,
And the bed made of
Who first with a head made of chickens?
Break the fast, break the mask on a mission
With visions
And the
I that I could live inside jazz
As shekel magpie
standard
Scat over ragtime
Red magic, dead rabbit, me back (???)

me or let it be
(My nigga, up?)
me or sever me
(My nigga, up?)
Definitely set me free
(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 crown where Mike dropped at
At the where he was unchained
To pour liquor on it and watch a King grow from the stains
Then hug him, I'm just here, I ain't here to him
I hear the jeers, the cheers, I'm
It's the day, judgement
(Ankh:hers)
For the and the drinkers
Lift her by the shoulders like
Pterodactyls, are damsels, in their fingers
Ambulance chasers bad ain't no mash for the bangers
Ash a bad hand, cash for the danger
Bottom made of glass, that ass for the strangers
I'm on the with the danglers, shaking my shaft
You bass to the anglers (hooked)
Drift to mausoleum, shackle my feet in
Hollerin' cosmopolitans on the crime scene
Xenophobian, soakin' on white queens
Pale-face to foreign devils and gaijin

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 like a set of keys
(My nigga, up?)

3]
Has the moon the sun yet?
Over dim sum bamboo basket bun sets
A brisk run to keep the lungs
Hung on the radiator
Two shanks for the date rapers and baby
the vision with the spit inside the aviators
Legit but quit because the lick promised them of paper
we eliminate the innovators?
Will we the imitators?
You are now set with eliminators
Life persimmons
So now your lemons flavored
Why you mixing different Spike it
Now the wrists are razors
(Ankh:hers)
The of red wine
Drunken box thieves fighting bars to charge a dead
wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken 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 look a set of keys
(My nigga, up?)