Luyện nghe bài hát ANKH:HER

1]

A drunken ground for my
But what if up was for the liquor?
Then pour in stiffer
Filter mud from the on blood
Might just a tub out my hand vein
Ivy league, I receive, Irie
What a dream! I mean? Ideaize
You see the storm way up in the heaven
A statue wouldn't mourn'em so I up to erect, damn
And the bed made of
Who came with a head made of chickens?
Break the fast, break the mask on a egg-making
With X-rated
And the
I that I could live inside jazz
As hecklers shekel
Note-blowing
Scat over improvised
Red magic, dead rabbit, 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 a hand that is not black
Lie down my where Mike Brown dropped at
At the spot where he was
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
Lift her by the shoulders like
Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in fingers
Ambulance chasers bad chance ain't no mash for the
Ash with a bad hand, for the danger
Bottom made of glass, that ass for the strangers
I'm on the wrath the danglers, shaking my shaft
You just to the anglers (hooked)
Drift to mausoleum, shackle my in 1919
droppin' cosmopolitans on the crime scene
Xenophobian, hemoglobin on white queens
Pale-face invaders to devils and gaijin

me or let it be
(My nigga, up?)
Tether me or 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 killed the sun yet?
Over dim sum bamboo basket bun sets
A run to keep the lungs fresh
sweats on the radiator
Two for the date rapers and baby tapers
Clear the vision the spit inside the aviators
Legit but because the lick promised them pits of paper
Will we eliminate the
Will we the imitators?
You are now set with eliminators
given persimmons
So now your persimmon flavored
Why you mixing different Spike it
Now the are slitting razors
(Ankh:hers)
The benefits of red
box thieves fighting bars to charge 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?)
won't set me free
(My nigga, up?)
But you like a set of keys
(My nigga, up?)