Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

Have you ever seen a
How an exquisite one?
about 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, what kind of beast have we
find out!

[Verse 1:
I woke up to a bloodshot sky
Robot goosestep by
listened when we had the juice
 to try
And Bill the Science Guy told us "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's been harder to
 survive
Since the Hive to
Ban American refugees from being a damn part of the 
People's of Antarctica
A bum begged me for a he could borrow
Babbling some about "there's still a tomorrow"
He said that "legend has it, 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 those rolls
[Verse 2:
Yo, kid, let go of the dead
Stop crying, a ride? Hop in my red Porsche
Eat something homie, you bony and frail
Now why the hell would you the Oregon Trail?
Remember back in grade school, that computer game?
You known better, now there's no one but you to blame
Dying of
climb to the enemy
I'ma take you underground the hive resistance be
a colony of people are out there
A full of veggies, even garlic they sprout there
Leader General Bieber who be running shit there
Found a way to end the drought, bring out the
as we pulled up we heard drilling noises
Children started dancing, even folk joined in
a hydrant in the Bronx, water shot up
in the air
But was boiling and as hot as flares

[Verse 3:
Ooowee, that a bitch?
Nobody believed it til the first hit
The ground started shaking and the sky red
(Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, Justin is dead)
No! God damn, another one
Colonies of people living under the
Rallied against the clowns, a resistance was
They fight for and the existence of porn (let's go!)
Back on the life teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North American beavers
Creepers and face
the great reaper
You're either gonna get eaten or beat a pay meter
This is shit homie, dog eat dog
More like robot clown eats man and squad
Graffiti on the wall "there is no god"
But there is still homemade vodka, and cool

4: Wax]
Homemade vodka, pour a shot up 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 most popular in my underground colony
All the resistance they throw shots down
In my bar after they the robot clowns
As of they've been stressed and depressed
Cause the of us winning are becoming less and less
We the captain of the human army
Morale is really low and a lot of are starving
I'm wondering how this all happened
Is this even real or am I just on
The clowns are down
I use the word "down" they're coming underground
that sound? It's kinda loud
Holy shit! There are right now!

[Verse 5: Adam
Calm down soldier, this is no to be a fink
We can these clowns, okay, we just need to think
I've lost ten men this week, I sleep
a wink
But this the last place on earth a guy can get a drink
So darned if we this bar to those useless zombie bastards
I'd rather starve be boozeless
So I put barbed wire on the fences
That buy us some time to plan our defenses
Pick up the chairs and trash cans off the
Stack em up on the front door to jam entrance
Ain't got grenades but we still might be
I just found diet coke cans and some breath mints
Fill the trash cans to the brim the cola
When the robots break in, the mints
in the soda
See the blast won't em but it'll get em wet certainly
It'll mess up their wiring and disrupt 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 that remain into Molotov cocktails
I've had it you clowns, I've reached
my limit
You may killed my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I won't let you us
just a minute
That ain't no zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Rafael
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't mean to ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's just Azalea
Musta hid up in the bar to learn who we are
Then back to the captain of the folks attackin my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her some fuckin duck-tape
She came to sing-rap & give us all some undercut
Lo-fi beats transmittin autotune
Help! She's my head and I don't think 
I am immune
Been repo-d, I think I'm in deep 
I am at the seams
Forfeiting my dreams of keepin the streets G
Only way to outrun it is doublin up on the
Any and everyone get up and mean it
Just puttin the into it
Now we taking the tempo and tunin it
Never let a lesser lemon ruin it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, deuces im
Who with the kid? I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols in his fro though
These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, gimme loko
And let me borrow your robe bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys to put this barrel into some fuckin blowholes

[Verse 7: Daveed
Whoa whoa, hold up cash
You see I'm trimming my up
I heard all these newly rap chicks are really down to fuck
I comb the pistols out the fro and they're on the table
And two cheesesteaks out in a fully gassed up LeSabre
I'm ready to ride on these haters, go
But you better drive cause you know
apocalypse or not when I'm behind the wheel my black ass is sure
Enough gonna get
And we ain't got the and the tags are expired
You how it is, I am really 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
the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our passports
I've been planning this for a minute, the writing on the walls
If we survive and find a civilization they've got to who we are
First we us Chinaka in case we need some muscle
Or some reason, or anything other our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the real slow bumping something all of these monsters know
Like a Watsky Lo and behold, they'll follow our car wherever we go
Let's lead em out to and let em gentrify that bitch up
the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no time for shit
Hold up, there go Nak right there, over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Chinaka
Ay Raf get back
room for ya
fam, friend
I'll give you this and the end of
my Hansen
Now what the fuck you it's the end
of the world?
I on Pinterest tending to the end of
my curls
I mean the sky is always purple, people running on
I mean the Tribune been gone, I ain't gon read it in the
Nothing's all that different, been the for black women
When apocalyptic breakfast follows revelation
The been out
The water smelling of
Exquisite laying where the bodies had been
No bombs Baghdad, just drones with grenades
When life gives us citrus we to drop Lemonade
So okay fellas we get in formation?
some pied piper R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world in our fitteds and gators
these stupid mufuckas on a goose chase
Use whatever's already up in my
I got a whole for this open road
And my flow so cold we don't AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read this prose
Bet you Butler how to make us free
A Lauren in Trumped up world
A black magic 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 in the driver and Raf in the back
Got this passenger seat
and the last of these
Go north Daveed, just gun it til country
Do it fluid like turfin with iDummy
It's the bay moves we learned as natives gon keep us
the forty water water and an instrumental tap, let's go
They'll get tired us
I half of em hybrid but most of them wind-ups
We got nothing but power we got nothing but
I got new beats and Music of My Mind
left in Napa but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing tapas for taste
Nothing in Calistoga but one popped bubble
We got just two dudes and just one Nak,
Like how the we repopulate humanity
The two of y'all and me that's actual insanity
Like eww, that's gross guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in wine country nothing else

9: Watsky]
Red red wine, I don't to die!
I hum my breath as I fight death in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was confounded I came to after Dumbfoundead
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 resorted to burning cadavers like tinder and lumber
We bickered bitterly and our wickedness hit a in our hunger
Sickened we each other
Pickpocketed the weak and we
A visitor from the surface stole a garlic from Dave and Busters
And I the buster in his sleep 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 stuck me with the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and Grieves in a grave
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's 
pale humungous
That I my head upon for my perpetual slumber
We frail and wretched and wail
It's curtains, my days are
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 cheek on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see the future will be
me
Nothing is to be mine
I'm a token of a time
And maybe there's survivors on the surface in working on
Tomorrow red, red wine