Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

Have you ever a corpse?
How about an exquisite
Think about 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 have we made?
find out!

[Verse 1:
I woke up to a bloodshot sky
Robot goosestep by
Shoulda when we had the juice
 to try
And Bill the Science Guy us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's 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 bill he could
some shit about "there's still 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 the deserts out in Portland
Until my thirsty horse collapsed in the scorched
I promised to myself heart and
I'd crawl across this dead world for those garlic
2: Dumbfoundead]
Yo, kid, let go of the dead
crying, need a ride? Hop in my red Porsche
Eat something homie, you bony and frail
Now why the hell you take the Oregon Trail?
Remember back in grade school, that stupid game?
You shoulda better, now there's no one but you to blame
of dysentery
Don't climb to the
I'ma take you underground where the hive be
a colony of people are out there
A garden full of veggies, even garlic they sprout
Leader Bieber who be running shit down there
Found a way to end the drought, bring out the
Soon as we pulled up we heard noises
Children started dancing, even grown joined in
a hydrant in the Bronx, water shot up
in the air
But was and as hot as solar flares

[Verse 3:
Ooowee, ain't 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 living under the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a was born
They for mankind and the existence of porn (let's go!)
Back on the life teeters
wild packs of North American beavers
Creepers and face feeders
Fearing the great
You're either gonna get eaten or beat a pay meter
This is shit homie, dog eat dog
More like clown eats man and whole squad
on the wall says "there is no god"
But there is still homemade vodka, and that's

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

[Verse 5: Vida]
Calm down soldier, is no time to be a fink
We can beat these clowns, okay, we just need to
I've lost ten men this week, I can't wink
But this the last place on a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose this bar to those useless zombie
I'd rather starve be boozeless
So I put barbed wire on the fences
That should buy us some time to plan our
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 still 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, the mints
in the soda
See the blast won't hurt em but it'll get em wet
It'll mess up their wiring and disrupt circuitry
If it don't work though, my plan cannot fail
We drink the vodka—shot after shot til we're too to feel pain
Spark up a flame and the bottles that remain into Molotov cocktails
I've had it you clowns, I've reached
my limit
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, the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Casal]
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 about who we are
Then report back to the of the folks attackin my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her with fuckin duck-tape
She came to sing-rap & us all some undercut fades
beats transmittin telepathic autotune
Help! She's inside my head and I think 
I am immune
Been repo-d, I think I'm in deep am weeping at the seams
Forfeiting my of keepin the streets G code
Only way to it is doublin up on the track
Any and everyone get up and mean it
Just puttin the peddle it
Now we over the tempo and tunin it
Never gone let a lemon ruin it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, im dippin
Who with the kid? I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols in his fro though
robots think we're bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson robe bro, I'm goin
Bay boys bout to put this into some fuckin blowholes

7: Daveed Diggs]
Whoa whoa, hold up cash
You see I'm my mustache 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 there's two cheesesteaks out in a fully up LeSabre
I'm to ride on these haters, let's go
But you better drive cause you already
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 trying to die today, by cop or by a robot
Whoa, stop, lemme up this kombucha I've been brewing on the back porch
Grab the 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 civilization they've got to who we are
we swoop us Chinaka in case we need some muscle
Or some reason, or other than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the real slow bumping something all of these monsters know
Like a song? Lo and behold, they'll follow our car wherever 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, 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 seat
room for ya
fam, friend
I'll give you this and the end of
my Hansen
Now what the fuck you talking it's the 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 been gone, I ain't gon read it in the papers
all that different, been the same for black women
When apocalyptic breakfast follows dinners
The been out
The smelling of flint
Exquisite corpses laying the bodies had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just with grenades
life gives us citrus we learn to drop Lemonade
So okay fellas we get in formation?
Bump some piper R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world in our fitteds and gators
Lure stupid mufuckas on a goose chase
Use whatever's up in my suitcase
I got a whole jones for this open
And my so cold we don't need 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 magic woman still being called girl
But the only constant is holmes
So let's get the and leave up out our bay homes
Got the kit and six gallons of gas
Got Diggs in the driver and Raf in the
Got this passenger seat
and the last of these
Go north Daveed, gun it til wine country
Do it moving like turfin with iDummy
It's the bay moves we learned as natives gon us safe
the forty water water and an instrumental tap, let's go
They'll get tired us
I mean half of em hybrid but most of them
We got nothing but power we got but time
I got Kwudi's new beats and of My Mind
Nothing in Napa but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing for discriminate taste
Nothing left in Calistoga but one bubble
We got two dudes and just one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we repopulate
The two of and me that's like actual insanity
eww, that's really gross guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in wine with nothing else

9: Watsky]
Red red wine, I don't to die!
I hum under my as I fight death in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was confounded when I to after Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered underground where we hunkered down the summer
But then winter came and the that 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 peak in our
Sickened we each other
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A visitor from the stole a garlic roll from Dave and Busters
And I the buster in his sleep 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 stuck me with the sharped end of my
Now it's me and Grieves in a shallow
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's 
pale humungous
That I rest my head upon for my perpetual
We frail and kvetch and wail
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 might matter if I a crowd, see
Now, my lily on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is entitled to be
I'm a token of a broken
And maybe there's survivors on the in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow sipping red, red