Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

Have you seen a corpse?
How an exquisite one?
Think Frankenstein's monster
Now think fun
You're it, good!
Johnny starts with a leg. I sew on an arm. Then you a hand
We each add our
Now, what kind of beast we made?
find out!

[Verse 1:
I woke up to a bloodshot sky
overlords goosestep by
Shoulda when we had the juice
 to try
And the Science Guy told us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's been harder to
 survive
Since the Hive to
Ban refugees from being a damn part of the 
People's Republic of Antarctica
A bum begged me for a bill he borrow
some shit about "there's still a tomorrow"
He said "legend has it, there's still a Baja Grill and a Sbarro
at the top of
Kilimanjaro"
And so desperate, I set off from the deserts out in
Until my thirsty horse in the scorched sand
I to myself heart and soul
I'd crawl across this dead world for garlic rolls
2: Dumbfoundead]
Yo, kid, let go of the dead
Stop crying, need a Hop in my red Porsche
Eat homie, you look bony and frail
Now why the hell you take the Oregon Trail?
Remember back in grade school, that computer game?
You shoulda known better, now no one but you to blame
of dysentery
Don't climb to the
I'ma take you where the hive resistance be
Apparently a of people are out there
A garden full of veggies, even garlic sprout there
General Bieber who be running shit down there
Found a way to end the drought, out the swimwear
Soon as we pulled up we drilling noises
Children dancing, even grown folk joined in
Like a hydrant in the Bronx, water shot the air
But was and as hot as solar flares

[Verse 3:
Ooowee, ain't that a
Nobody believed it til the first hit
The started shaking and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, one down
Colonies of people living under the
Rallied the clowns, a resistance was born
fight for mankind and the existence of porn (let's go!)
Back on the surface life
wild packs of North American beavers
Creepers and face feeders
Fearing the great
You're either get eaten or beat with a pay meter
This is real homie, dog eat dog
More like robot clown eats man and squad
Graffiti on the says "there is no god"
But there is still homemade vodka, and cool

[Verse 4:
vodka, pour a shot up then I swill it
I'm the only person who remembers how to distill it
It's the most popular product in the underground
So I'm the popular person in my underground colony
All the resistance they throw shots down
In my bar after fight the robot clowns
As of late they've been and depressed
Cause the chances of us winning are becoming and less
We lost the captain of the human
is really low and a lot of people are starving
I'm wondering how this all happened
Is this even real or am I on acid?
The clowns are advancing
I use the "down" cause they're coming underground
that sound? It's kinda loud
Holy shit! they are right now!

5: Adam Vida]
Calm down soldier, this is no to be a fink
We can beat these clowns, okay, we just need to
I've lost ten men week, I can't sleep
a wink
But this the place on earth a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose this bar to those zombie bastards
I'd rather than be boozeless
So I put barbed wire on the fences
That should buy us time to plan our defenses
Pick up the chairs and trash cans off the
Stack em up on the door to jam up
the entrance
Ain't got grenades but we still be saved
I just found fifty coke cans and some breath mints
Fill the cans to the brim with the cola
When the robots break in, toss the the soda
See the blast won't hurt em but it'll get em wet
It'll mess up their and disrupt their circuitry
If it don't though, my next plan cannot fail
We drink the vodka—shot after shot til we're too drunk to feel
up a flame and turn the bottles that remain into Molotov cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, I've reached
my
You may have killed my captain, but I'm the
And I won't let you us
Wait just a
That ain't no zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
6: Rafael Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I mean to scare ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's just Azalea
hid up in the bar to learn about who we are
Then report back to the of the folks attackin my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her with some fuckin
She to sing-rap & give us all some undercut fades
beats transmittin telepathic autotune
Help! She's inside my head and I don't think am immune
Been repo-d, I I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the seams
Forfeiting my dreams of keepin the G code
Only way to outrun it is up on the track
Any and everyone get up and mean it
Just puttin the peddle it
Now we over the tempo and tunin it
Never let a lesser lemon ruin it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm it, deuces im dippin
Who with the kid? I'm out
Headed to the dojo, got pistols hidden in his fro though
These think we're bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson robe bro, I'm goin
Bay boys to put this barrel into some fuckin blowholes

[Verse 7: Diggs]
Whoa whoa whoa, hold up
You see I'm my mustache up
I heard all newly brainwashed rap chicks are really down to fuck
I comb the out the fro and they're sitting on the table
And two cheesesteaks out in a fully gassed up LeSabre
I'm ready to ride on haters, let's go
But you better drive cause you already
apocalypse or not when I'm behind the wheel my black ass is sure
Enough get stopped
And we ain't got the time and the are expired
You know how it is, I am really not trying to die today, by cop or by a robot
Whoa, stop, bottle up this kombucha I've been brewing on the back porch
Grab the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our
I've been planning this for a minute, seen the writing on the
If we survive and find a civilization got to know who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in case we need muscle
Or some reason, or anything other than our indiscriminate
Then we roll through the hood real slow bumping all of these monsters know
Like a Watsky song? Lo and behold, they'll our car wherever we go
lead em out to Napa and let em gentrify that bitch up
Start the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any
Or a McFlurry, blood no time for that shit
Hold up, go Nak right there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

8: Chinaka Hodge]
Ay Raf get back
Make room for ya
fam,
I'll give you McShake and the end of
my Hansen
Now what the fuck you it's the end
of the world?
I been on tending to the end of
my curls
I mean the sky is always purple, running on vapors
I mean the Tribune been gone, I ain't gon read it in the
Nothing's all that different, the same for black women
apocalyptic breakfast follows revelation dinners
The been out
The water smelling of
corpses laying where the bodies had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just drones grenades
life gives us citrus we learn to drop Lemonade
So okay fellas we get in formation?
Bump pied piper R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world in our fitteds and gators
Lure these stupid mufuckas on a chase
Use whatever's up in my suitcase
I got a whole jones for open road
And my so cold we don't need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read this prose
Bet you Butler knows how to make us
A Lauren in Trumped up world
A black woman still being called girl
But the only constant is holmes
So let's get the supplies and leave up out our bay
Got the earthquake kit and six of gas
Got Diggs in the driver and Raf in the
Got this passenger seat
and the last of sweets
Go north Daveed, gun it til wine country
Do it moving fluid like turfin iDummy
It's the bay moves we as natives gon keep us safe
the forty water water and an instrumental tap, let's go
They'll get tired us
I mean half of em hybrid but of them wind-ups
We got nothing but power we got but time
I got Kwudi's new beats and Music of My
Nothing left in Napa but the scent of the
No tapas for discriminate taste
Nothing left in but one popped bubble
We got just two and just one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we repopulate
The two of and me that's like actual insanity
eww, that's really gross guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it in wine country with nothing else

[Verse 9:
Red red wine, I want to die!
I hum under my as I fight death in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was confounded when I came to after
Brought me to the battered base underground where we hunkered down the
But then winter came and the flame we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to burning like tinder and lumber
We bitterly and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we hunted each
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A from the surface stole a garlic roll from Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his just to lick his fingers for butter
But it kind of me indigestion I confess and the pipes ruptured 
from my dung
Lungs punctured when Dumb me with the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and in a shallow grave
Next to J Biebs and 
pale humungous butt
That I rest my head upon for my slumber
We frail and wretched and wail
It's curtains, my are numbered
And I'm to pain, yet one remaining certainty gives me comfort
I made a living yelling my loudly
Thinking I matter if I drew a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's cheeks
I finally see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is to be mine
I'm a token of a broken
And maybe survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
sipping red, red wine