Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

Have you ever a corpse?
How an exquisite one?
about Frankenstein's monster
Now think fun
getting it, good!
Johnny starts with a leg. I sew on an arm. Then you lend a
We add our piece
Now, what kind of beast we made?
find out!

[Verse 1:
I woke up to a bloodshot sky
overlords goosestep by
Shoulda listened when we had the to try
And Bill the Science Guy us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's been harder to
 survive
Since the started to
Ban American from being a damn part of the 
People's Republic of Antarctica
A bum begged me for a he could borrow
some shit about "there's still a tomorrow"
He that "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 horse collapsed 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 horse
Stop crying, need a ride? Hop in my red
Eat something homie, you look bony and
Now why the hell you take the Oregon Trail?
Remember back in school, that stupid computer game?
You shoulda better, now there's no one but you to blame
Dying of
Don't climb to the
I'ma take you where the hive resistance be
a colony of people are out there
A garden full of veggies, even garlic they sprout
Leader General Bieber who be running shit there
a way to end the drought, bring out the swimwear
Soon as we pulled up we drilling noises
started dancing, even grown folk joined in
Like a in the Bronx, water shot up
in the air
But was boiling and as hot as solar

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, that a bitch?
Nobody believed it til the wave 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 the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a resistance was
They fight for mankind and the of porn (let's go!)
Back on the surface teeters
wild packs of North American beavers
Creepers and face feeders
Fearing the reaper
You're either gonna get or beat with a pay meter
This is real homie, dog eat dog
More like robot clown man and whole 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 left who remembers how to distill it
It's the most product in the underground economy
So I'm the most popular person in my underground
All the resistance leaders they shots down
In my bar after they fight the clowns
As of they've been stressed and depressed
Cause the chances of us winning are less and less
We lost the captain of the human
Morale is really low and a lot of are starving
I'm wondering how this all happened
Is even real or am I just on acid?
The are advancing down
I use the word "down" they're coming underground
that sound? It's kinda loud
Holy shit! There are right now!

[Verse 5: Vida]
down soldier, this is no time to be a fink
We can beat these clowns, okay, we need to think
I've lost ten men this week, I can't sleep
a
But the last place on earth a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose bar to those useless zombie bastards
I'd rather starve than be
So I put barbed wire slabs on the
That should buy us some to plan our defenses
Pick up the chairs and trash off the floor
em up on the front door to jam up
the entrance
Ain't got but we still might be saved
I just found fifty coke cans and some breath mints
Fill the trash cans to the brim with the
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 their
If it don't work though, my next plan cannot
We drink the vodka—shot after shot til we're too drunk to pain
Spark up a flame and turn the bottles remain into Molotov cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, I've limit
You may have killed my captain, but I'm the
And I won't let you us
just a minute
That ain't no robot zombie, man, the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't mean to ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's Iggy Azalea
hid up in the bar to learn about who we are
Then report to the captain of the folks attackin my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her with fuckin duck-tape
She came to sing-rap & give us all some fades
Lo-fi beats transmittin autotune
Help! She's inside my head and I don't 
I am immune
repo-d, I think I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the seams
Forfeiting my dreams of the streets G code
Only way to outrun it is doublin up on the
Any and everyone get up and meddle
 it
puttin the peddle into it
Now we taking over the tempo and it
gone let a lesser lemon ruin it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, deuces im
Who comin with the I'm out
to the dojo, Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro though
These robots we're bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me borrow Jefferson robe bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys bout to put this barrel into some blowholes

[Verse 7: Diggs]
whoa whoa, hold up cash
You see I'm trimming my up
I heard all these brainwashed rap chicks are really down to fuck
I the pistols out the fro and they're sitting on the table
And there's two cheesesteaks out in a fully gassed up
I'm ready to on these haters, let's go
But you drive cause you already know
That apocalypse or not I'm behind the wheel 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 really not to die today, by cop or by a geek robot
Whoa, stop, lemme bottle up this kombucha I've 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, the writing on the walls
If we survive and find a they've got to know who we are
First we us Chinaka in case we need some muscle
Or reason, or anything other than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the hood real slow bumping something all of these monsters
Like a Watsky song? Lo and behold, follow our car wherever we go
Let's lead em out to Napa and let em that bitch up
Start the car—no, homie—we are not for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no time for that
up, there go Nak right there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Hodge]
Ay Raf get seat
Make room for ya
fam,
I'll give you this McShake and the end of
my
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 purple, people running on vapors
I mean the Tribune been gone, I gon read it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, been the same for black
When apocalyptic breakfast revelation dinners
The been out
The water of flint
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 some piper R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world styling in our fitteds and
Lure these stupid on a goose chase
Use already up in my suitcase
I got a whole jones for this open
And my flow so we don't need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read this prose
Bet you knows how to make us free
A Olamina in Trumped up world
A black woman still being called girl
But the only constant is change
So let's get the supplies and leave up out our bay
Got the earthquake kit and six of gas
Got Diggs in the and Raf in the back
Got this passenger seat
and the last of sweets
Go north Daveed, just gun it til country
Do it moving fluid like turfin with
It's the bay we learned as natives gon keep us safe
It's the water water and an instrumental tap, let's go
They'll get behind us
I mean half of em hybrid but of them wind-ups
We got nothing but power we got but time
I got new beats and Music of My Mind
Nothing left in Napa but the scent of the
No palate-cleansing for discriminate taste
left in Calistoga but one popped bubble
We got just two dudes and just one Nak,
Like how the hell we repopulate
The two of and me that's like actual insanity
Like eww, really gross guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in wine with nothing else

[Verse 9:
Red red wine, I want to die!
I hum under my breath as I death in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was when I came to after Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base underground we hunkered down the summer
But then winter came and the flame that we to flickered to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to burning cadavers like tinder and
We bickered and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we each other
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A visitor from the surface stole a roll from Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his just to lick his fingers for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I confess and the ruptured 
from my dung
Lungs punctured when Dumb me with the sharped end of my plunger
Now me and Grieves in a shallow grave
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's 
pale butt
That I rest my upon for my perpetual slumber
We frail and wretched kvetch and
curtains, my days are numbered
And I'm numb to pain, yet one certainty gives me comfort
I a living yelling my opinions 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 of a broken time
And maybe survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
sipping red, red wine