Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

Have you ever 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 lend a
We each add our
Now, kind of beast have we made?
find out!

[Verse 1:
I woke up Sunday to a sky
Robot overlords by
Shoulda when we had the juice
 to try
And Bill the Science Guy us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately been getting harder to
 survive
the Hive started to
Ban American refugees from being a damn part of the 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, 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 those garlic
2: Dumbfoundead]
Yo, kid, let go of the dead
Stop crying, need a Hop in my red Porsche
Eat something homie, you look bony and
Now why the hell would you take the Oregon
Remember back in school, that stupid computer game?
You shoulda known better, now there's no one but you to
Dying of
Don't to the enemy
I'ma take you underground where the hive be
Apparently a colony of people are out
A garden of veggies, even garlic they sprout there
Leader General Bieber who be shit down there
Found a way to end the drought, out the swimwear
Soon as we up we heard drilling noises
Children started dancing, 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, ain't that a
believed it til the first wave hit
The ground started and the sky went red
(Mayday! been lost, Justin Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, another one
of people living under the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a resistance was
They fight for and the existence of porn (let's go!)
on the surface life teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North American and face feeders
Fearing the great
You're either gonna get eaten or with a pay meter
This is shit homie, dog eat dog
More like robot clown man and whole squad
Graffiti on the says "there is no god"
But there is still homemade vodka, and cool

4: Wax]
Homemade vodka, pour a shot up then I it
I'm the only person left who how to distill it
It's the most popular product in the economy
So I'm the most popular person in my underground
All the resistance leaders they throw down
In my bar after they the robot clowns
As of late been stressed and depressed
Cause the chances of us winning are becoming less and
We lost the of the human army
Morale is really low and a lot of are starving
I'm still wondering how this all
Is this even real or am I just on
The are advancing down
I use the word "down" cause they're underground
that sound? It's kinda loud
Holy shit! they are right now!

[Verse 5: Vida]
Calm down soldier, is no time to be a fink
We can beat clowns, okay, we just need to think
I've ten men this week, I can't sleep
a wink
But this the last place on earth a guy can get a drink
So darned if we lose this bar to useless zombie bastards
I'd rather starve be boozeless
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
Stack em up on the door to jam up
the entrance
Ain't got grenades but we still might be
I just found fifty diet coke cans and breath mints
Fill the trash cans to the brim with the
When the break in, toss the mints
in the soda
See the won't hurt em but it'll get em wet certainly
It'll mess up their wiring and disrupt circuitry
If it don't work though, my plan cannot fail
We the vodka—shot after shot til we're too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a and turn the bottles that remain into Molotov cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, I've reached
my
You may have my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I let you terrorize us
just a minute
That ain't no robot zombie, man, what the is it?!
6: Rafael Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I mean to scare ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's just Azalea
Musta hid up in the bar to learn who we are
Then report back to the captain of the folks my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her with some fuckin
She came to & give us all some undercut fades
Lo-fi beats transmittin autotune
Help! inside my head and I don't think 
I am immune
Been repo-d, I think I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the
Forfeiting my dreams of keepin the streets G
Only way to outrun it is up on the track
Any and everyone get up and meddle
 it
Just puttin the peddle it
Now we taking over the and tunin it
Never gone let a lesser ruin it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, deuces im
Who comin the kid? I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro
These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, some loko
And let me your Jefferson robe bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys bout to put this 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 chicks are really to fuck
I comb the out the fro and they're sitting on the table
And there's two out in a fully gassed up LeSabre
I'm to ride on these haters, let's go
But you better drive you already know
That apocalypse or not when I'm the wheel my black ass is sure
gonna get stopped
And we got the time 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 on the back porch
the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our passports
I've been planning for a minute, seen the writing on the walls
If we survive and find a they've got to know who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in case we need some
Or some reason, or other than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll the hood real slow bumping something all of these monsters know
Like a Watsky song? Lo and behold, they'll our car wherever we go
Let's lead em out to Napa and let em gentrify bitch up
the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no for that shit
up, there go Nak right there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Chinaka
Ay Raf get back
Make room for ya
fam,
give you this McShake and the end of
my Hansen
Now what the fuck you talking the end
of the world?
I been on tending to the end of
my curls
I the sky is always purple, people running on vapors
I mean the Tribune been gone, I gon read it in the papers
Nothing's all different, been the same for black women
When apocalyptic breakfast follows dinners
The been out
The smelling of flint
Exquisite corpses laying where the bodies had
No bombs over Baghdad, just with grenades
When life us citrus we learn to drop Lemonade
So okay fellas we get in formation?
Bump some pied R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world styling in our fitteds and
Lure these stupid mufuckas on a goose
Use whatever's up in my suitcase
I got a whole jones for this road
And my flow so cold we need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read formal prose
Bet you Butler knows how to make us
A Olamina in Trumped up world
A black magic still being called girl
But the only constant is holmes
So let's get the supplies and up out our bay homes
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 these
Go north Daveed, just gun it til wine
Do it moving fluid like turfin iDummy
It's the bay moves we learned as gon keep us safe
It's the forty 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 but power we got nothing but time
I got new beats and Music of My Mind
Nothing left in 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 one Nak, trouble
Like how the we repopulate humanity
The two of y'all and me like actual insanity
Like eww, that's really gross
like, not Diggs, and not Rafa
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in wine country with nothing

9: Watsky]
Red red wine, I don't to die!
I hum under my breath as I fight death in the depths of the bunker
I was confounded when I came to Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base underground where we hunkered the summer
But then winter came and the flame we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to cadavers like tinder and lumber
We bickered bitterly and our wickedness hit a in our hunger
we hunted each other
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A visitor from the surface stole a garlic 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 pipes ruptured 
from my
Lungs punctured when Dumb stuck me with the end of my plunger
Now it's me and Grieves in a shallow
Next to J and Azalea's 
pale humungous butt
That I rest my head for my perpetual slumber
We and wretched kvetch and wail
It's curtains, my days are
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining certainty me comfort
I made a living yelling my opinions
Thinking I might matter if I a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's cheeks
I finally see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is entitled to be
I'm a of a broken time
And maybe there's survivors on the in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow red, red wine