Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

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

[Verse 1:
I woke up Sunday to a sky
Robot overlords by
Shoulda listened when we had the to try
And the Science Guy told us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's been 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
Babbling 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 from the deserts out in
my thirsty 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 something homie, you look and frail
Now why the hell you take the Oregon Trail?
Remember back in grade school, stupid computer game?
You known better, now there's no one but you to blame
of dysentery
Don't to the enemy
take you underground where the hive resistance be
Apparently a colony of people are out
A full of veggies, even garlic they sprout there
Leader General Bieber who be running down 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 solar

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

4: Wax]
Homemade vodka, pour a shot up then I it
I'm the person left who remembers 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 leaders they throw shots down
In my bar after fight the robot clowns
As of late they've been and depressed
Cause the chances of us winning are less and less
We lost the of the human army
Morale is really low and a lot of are starving
I'm wondering how this all happened
Is this real or am I just on acid?
The are advancing down
I use the word "down" cause coming underground
Wait—what's that It's kinda loud
Holy shit! There are right now!

[Verse 5: Adam
down soldier, this 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 place on earth a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we this bar to those useless zombie bastards
I'd rather than be boozeless
So I put wire slabs on the fences
That should buy us some time to our defenses
Pick up the chairs and trash cans off the
Stack em up on the front to jam up
the entrance
Ain't got grenades but we might be saved
I just found fifty diet coke cans and some mints
the trash cans to the brim with the cola
When the robots break in, toss the the soda
See the blast won't hurt em but it'll get em wet
It'll mess up their wiring and disrupt their
If it don't work though, my next 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, reached
my limit
You may have my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I won't let you us
Wait just a
That ain't no robot zombie, man, what the is it?!
6: Rafael Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't to scare ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's Iggy 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 with fuckin duck-tape
She came to sing-rap & give us all some undercut
Lo-fi transmittin telepathic autotune
Help! She's inside my head and I don't think 
I am
Been repo-d, I think I'm in deep am weeping at the seams
Forfeiting my dreams of the streets G code
way to outrun it is doublin up on the track
Any and get up and meddle
 mean it
Just puttin the into it
Now we over the tempo and tunin it
Never gone let a lesser lemon it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, deuces im
Who comin with the I'm out
Headed to the dojo, got pistols hidden in his fro though
These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, gimme loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys bout to put this barrel into some blowholes

7: Daveed Diggs]
Whoa whoa whoa, hold up
You see I'm trimming my up
I heard all newly brainwashed 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 on these haters, let's go
But you better cause you already know
That apocalypse or not when I'm the wheel my black ass is sure
Enough get stopped
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 been brewing on the back
Grab the backpack out the closet, got all of our passports
I've been planning for a minute, seen the writing on the walls
If we and find a civilization they've got to know who we are
we swoop us Chinaka in case we need some muscle
Or some reason, or anything than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the hood real slow bumping all of these monsters know
a Watsky song? Lo and behold, they'll follow our car wherever we go
Let's lead em out to Napa and let em that bitch up
the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, there's no time for that shit
Hold up, there go Nak right there, over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Hodge]
Ay Raf get seat
room for ya
fam, friend
I'll give you this McShake and the end of
my
Now what the fuck you talking the end
of the world?
I been on Pinterest to the end of
my curls
I the sky is always purple, people running on vapors
I the Tribune been gone, I ain't gon read it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, the same for black women
When apocalyptic breakfast follows dinners
The been out
The water smelling of
Exquisite laying where the bodies had been
No over Baghdad, just drones with grenades
When life gives us citrus we to drop Lemonade
So okay shall we get in formation?
Bump some pied piper R up out the this scraper
Do the end of the styling in our fitteds and gators
Lure these stupid on a goose chase
Use already up in my suitcase
I got a whole jones for open road
And my flow so we don't need AC
I fo' no doze, I'll read this formal prose
Bet you knows how to make us free
A Lauren Olamina in up world
A black magic woman being called girl
But the only constant is change
So let's get the and leave up out our bay homes
Got the earthquake kit and six of gas
Got in the driver and Raf in the back
Got this seat
and the last of these sweets
Go north Daveed, just gun it til wine
Do it moving fluid like turfin iDummy
It's the bay moves we 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 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
left in Napa but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing for discriminate taste
Nothing in Calistoga but one popped bubble
We got two dudes and just one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we humanity
The two of y'all and me that's like insanity
Like eww, that's really gross
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in wine country with else

9: Watsky]
Red red wine, I want to die!
I hum under my breath as I fight in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was confounded when I to after Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base where we hunkered down the summer
But then winter and the flame that we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us living to burning cadavers like tinder and lumber
We bickered bitterly and our hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we hunted other
the weak and we plundered
A from the surface stole a garlic roll from Dave and Busters
And I butchered the in his sleep just to lick his fingers for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I confess and the pipes ruptured my dung
Lungs when Dumb stuck me with the sharped end of my plunger
Now me and Grieves in a shallow grave
Next to J and Azalea's 
pale humungous butt
I rest my head upon for my perpetual slumber
We frail and kvetch and wail
curtains, my days are numbered
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining gives me comfort
I made a yelling my opinions loudly
Thinking I matter if I drew a crowd, see
Now, my lily on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is to be mine
I'm a token of a time
And maybe there's survivors on the in LeSabres working on
sipping red, red wine