Luyện nghe bài hát THORNS & HORNS

[Verse 1: Lupe
my lips, clarinet, talk that walk, pair of steps
Two shots, parachutes, two drops, pair of
New drops, wearin' roofs, full bloom, bearin'
moon put the where in wolves', apparently put it in the air and shoot
Heirlooms what I leave, heirlooms that's how I weave
They care to you and that's hair to you, this what I breathe
I'm the heir from a pair of parents
Taught me sharin's carin' so I spread the bread out
That's what I
To get in heaven when I bleed, get in hell when I breathe...
Get it? Inhale, when I
Maybe you'll get it when I breathe, there's to this shit
And there's devils on the of this bitch
We all even the devil gotta pitch
You fly so red bull and a fish
You can that, that's complimentary
True story,
Turtle, sewer side
Though West Side

I'm just riding around town crown of thorns on my
Living till I'm dead,
Show your (x5)
(Bow down to the nigga with the on his head)
(Everything red)
(Show no (x5)

[Verse 2:
I'm King James with a blunt lit, my ring like a phone call
It's only right that you defeat, I guess that's protocol
ho, oh God, Lord knows like you never said yes
Success, I'm on the verge-in, I never had sex
You upset as fake breasts, but don't stress, it looks on you
He get it understood, so I stood on him
and liquor, in my belly, of the beast but you knew already
I used to complain until planes I flew
Now I'm ready, amen, one guy I'm so heavy
say tons, that's blasphemy, with eight guns, keep your machete
Young mind, the world, that's an orgy with an OG
Ironically, when you're high as me you, need floor seats
This flow here for King Rich I won't stop 'till my richer
Mind, and spirit on top of the dollar, spinnin'
My optimism is why I'm in position
You pray, I prey, it's just that I'm a bitin' his victim

[Verse 3: Fiasco]
Pay homage, I ain't gotta plan it to with comets
Save your comments, trigger make you vomit
Egghead makin' omelets to move the chickens like Reaganomics
world so damn ugly I won't put make-up on it, just bein' honest
Keys on us like dope dealers, open doors for the lost
Ring on keys like Swizz Beatz, to sure a nigga never lost those
get locked out, we janitors with the mops out
Clean house, I to wanna be the GOAT but I'm the Ox now
Rap I went to Oxford with bastards, threw Glocks on 'em
Red and blue, now the on 'em, ayy nigga
Hell yeah, you, with them dots on him, you
Intellectual like Deck, protect your neck from Lu
we the children of the night!
Of the livin' lookin' for some light
I got lean up in my Sprite
I call it the Jesus Juice, Lu, what would do? Whoo!