Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

Have you ever seen a
How about an exquisite
Think 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 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!"
Lately it's been getting to
 survive
the Hive started to
Ban American from being a damn part of the 
People's Republic of Antarctica
A bum begged me for a bill he could
Babbling some shit about "there's 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 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, a ride? Hop in my red Porsche
Eat homie, you look bony and frail
Now why the hell would you take the Oregon
Remember back in grade school, stupid computer game?
You known better, now there's no one but you to blame
of dysentery
Don't climb to the
I'ma take you underground the hive resistance be
Apparently a of people are out there
A garden full of veggies, even they sprout there
Leader General Bieber who be running shit down
a way to end the drought, bring out the swimwear
Soon as we pulled up we drilling noises
Children started dancing, grown folk joined in
Like a hydrant in the Bronx, water up
in the air
But was and as hot as solar flares

[Verse 3:
Ooowee, that a bitch?
Nobody it til the first wave hit
The ground started shaking and the sky red
(Mayday! Atlanta's been lost, Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, one down
Colonies of people living the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a was born
They fight for mankind and the existence of (let's go!)
Back on the surface teeters
Avoiding wild packs of North American beavers
Creepers and feeders
the great reaper
You're either gonna get eaten or with 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 vodka, and that's cool

[Verse 4:
Homemade vodka, pour a shot up then I it
I'm the only person left who how to distill it
It's the popular product in the underground economy
So I'm the most popular in my underground colony
All the resistance leaders they throw down
In my bar they fight the robot clowns
As of late they've been and depressed
the chances of us winning are becoming less and less
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 real or am I just on acid?
The clowns are advancing
I use the word "down" they're coming underground
Wait—what's that sound? kinda loud
Holy shit! There they are now!

[Verse 5: Vida]
Calm down soldier, this is no to be a fink
We can beat these clowns, okay, we just to think
I've lost ten men this week, I can't sleep
a
But this the last place on a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose this bar to those zombie bastards
I'd rather starve be boozeless
So I put wire slabs on the fences
should buy us some 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 might be saved
I just found fifty diet coke and some breath mints
Fill the trash to the brim with the cola
When the robots in, toss the mints
in the soda
See the blast hurt 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 shot til we're too drunk to feel
Spark up a flame and turn the that remain into Molotov cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, reached
my limit
You may have killed my captain, but I'm the
And I won't let you us
Wait a minute
That ain't no robot zombie, man, what the is it?!
[Verse 6: Rafael
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't 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 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
repo-d, I think I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the seams
Forfeiting my dreams of keepin the streets G
way to outrun it is doublin up on the track
Any and get up and meddle
 mean it
puttin the peddle into 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 comin the kid? I'm out
Headed to the dojo, 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 bout 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 brainwashed rap chicks are really to fuck
I the pistols out the fro and they're sitting on the table
And there's two out in a fully gassed up LeSabre
I'm ready to ride on these haters, go
But you better drive you already know
apocalypse or not when I'm behind the wheel my black ass is sure
Enough get stopped
And we ain't got the and the tags are expired
You know how it is, I am not trying to die today, by cop or by a geek robot
Whoa, stop, lemme up this kombucha I've been brewing on the back porch
the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our passports
I've planning this for a minute, seen the writing on the walls
If we and find a civilization they've got to know who we are
First we us Chinaka in case we need some muscle
Or some reason, or anything other than our indiscriminate
Then we roll through the hood real 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 that up
the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no for that shit
Hold up, there go Nak there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

8: Chinaka Hodge]
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 been on Pinterest tending to the end of
my
I mean the sky is always purple, running on vapors
I the Tribune been gone, I ain't gon read it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, been the same for women
When apocalyptic follows revelation dinners
The lights out
The water smelling of
Exquisite corpses laying the bodies had been
No over Baghdad, just drones with grenades
life gives us citrus we learn to drop Lemonade
So okay fellas we get in formation?
Bump some pied piper R up out the trunk scraper
Do the end of the styling in our fitteds and gators
Lure stupid mufuckas on a goose chase
Use whatever's already up in my
I got a jones for this open road
And my flow so cold we don't AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read this formal
Bet you knows how to make us free
A Lauren Olamina in Trumped up
A black magic still being called girl
But the constant is change holmes
So let's get the supplies and up out our bay homes
Got the kit and six gallons of gas
Got in the driver and Raf in the back
Got this seat
and the last of these sweets
Go north Daveed, gun it til wine country
Do it moving fluid like turfin with
It's the bay moves we learned as natives gon keep us
It's the forty water water and an tap, let's go
They'll get behind us
I mean half of em but most of them wind-ups
We got nothing but power we got nothing but
I got Kwudi's new beats and of My Mind
Nothing left in but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing tapas for discriminate
left in Calistoga but one popped bubble
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 really guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in country with nothing else

[Verse 9:
Red red wine, I don't to die!
I hum under my breath as I fight death in the quiet depths of the
I was confounded I came to after 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 burning cadavers like and lumber
We bickered bitterly and our wickedness hit a in our hunger
Sickened we each other
Pickpocketed the weak and we
A visitor the surface stole a garlic roll from Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his sleep just to lick his fingers for
But it kind of me indigestion I confess and the pipes ruptured 
from my dung
Lungs punctured when Dumb stuck me with the end of my plunger
Now me and Grieves in a shallow grave
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's humungous butt
That I my head upon for my perpetual slumber
We frail and wretched and wail
It's curtains, my are numbered
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining certainty gives me
I made a living yelling my opinions
Thinking I matter if I drew a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is to be mine
I'm a token of a time
And maybe there's on the surface in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow sipping red, red