Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

Have you ever seen a
How an exquisite one?
Think Frankenstein's monster
Now about fun
You're it, good!
starts with a leg. I sew on an arm. Then you lend a hand
We add our piece
Now, kind of beast have we made?
Let's out!

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

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, that a bitch?
believed it til the first wave hit
The ground started and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, one down
of people living under the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a was born
They for mankind and the existence of porn (let's go!)
on the surface life teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North American and face feeders
the great reaper
You're either get eaten or beat with a pay meter
This is shit homie, dog eat dog
More robot clown eats man and whole squad
Graffiti on the wall "there is no god"
But there is still homemade vodka, and cool

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

[Verse 5: Vida]
Calm down soldier, this is no to be a fink
We can beat these clowns, okay, we just need to
I've ten men this week, I can't sleep
a wink
But this the last place on earth a guy can get a decent
So darned if we lose this bar to those useless zombie
I'd starve than be boozeless
So I put barbed wire slabs on the
That should buy us some to plan our defenses
up the chairs and trash cans off the floor
Stack em up on the front door to jam entrance
Ain't got grenades but we might be saved
I just fifty diet coke cans and some breath mints
Fill the trash to the brim with the cola
When the robots break in, toss the mints
in the
See the blast won't em but it'll get em wet certainly
It'll mess up wiring and disrupt their circuitry
If it don't though, my next plan cannot fail
We drink the vodka—shot after til we're too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a flame and turn the bottles that remain into cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, reached
my limit
You may have killed my captain, but I'm the
And I let you terrorize us
just a minute
That ain't no robot zombie, man, what the is it?!
[Verse 6: Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I mean to scare ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's just Iggy
Musta hid up in the bar to learn who we are
Then report back to the captain of the folks attackin my favorite rap
Oh shit, quick! Hit her with some duck-tape
She came to & give us all some undercut fades
Lo-fi beats transmittin autotune
Help! She's inside my head and I don't think 
I am
Been repo-d, I think I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the
Forfeiting my dreams of keepin the G code
Only way to outrun it is doublin up on the
Any and get up and meddle
 mean it
Just puttin the into it
Now we over the tempo and tunin it
Never gone let a lesser lemon it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, im dippin
Who comin with the I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got hidden in his fro though
These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, gimme loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson robe bro, I'm postal
Bay boys bout to put barrel into some fuckin blowholes

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

[Verse 8: Chinaka
Ay Raf get back
Make room for ya
fam,
I'll give you this and the end of
my Hansen
Now what the fuck you talking the end
of the world?
I been on Pinterest tending to the end of
my
I the sky is always purple, people running on vapors
I mean the Tribune been gone, I ain't gon it in the papers
all that different, been the same for black women
When apocalyptic breakfast follows dinners
The been out
The water smelling of
Exquisite corpses laying where the had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just with grenades
When life us citrus we learn to drop Lemonade
So fellas shall we get in formation?
Bump pied piper R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world styling in our fitteds and
Lure these mufuckas on a goose chase
Use whatever's up in my suitcase
I got a whole for this open road
And my flow so cold we don't AC
I fo' no doze, I'll read this formal prose
Bet you Butler knows how to make us
A Lauren in Trumped up world
A black magic woman still being girl
But the only constant is change
So let's get the and leave up out our bay homes
Got the kit and six gallons of gas
Got in the driver and Raf in the back
Got passenger seat
and the last of these sweets
Go Daveed, just gun it til wine country
Do it fluid like turfin with iDummy
It's the bay moves we learned as natives gon keep us
It's the forty water and an instrumental tap, let's go
They'll get tired us
I mean of em hybrid but most of them wind-ups
We got nothing but we got nothing but time
I got Kwudi's new beats and Music of My
Nothing left in Napa but the of the grapes
No palate-cleansing tapas for discriminate
Nothing left in Calistoga but one popped
We got two dudes and just one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we repopulate
The two of y'all and me that's like insanity
Like eww, that's gross guys
like, not Diggs, and not Rafa
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in country with nothing else

9: Watsky]
Red red wine, I don't to die!
I hum under my breath as I death in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was confounded when I to after Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base where we hunkered down the summer
But then winter and the flame that we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to burning cadavers like and lumber
We bickered and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we hunted each
the weak and we plundered
A visitor from the surface stole a roll from Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his sleep just to his fingers for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I confess and the pipes 
from my dung
Lungs punctured when Dumb stuck me 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 my head upon for my perpetual slumber
We frail and wretched kvetch and
It's curtains, my are numbered
And I'm numb to pain, yet one certainty gives me comfort
I made a living my opinions loudly
I might matter if I drew a crowd, see
Now, my lily on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is to be mine
I'm a of a broken time
And maybe survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow red, red wine