Luyện nghe bài hát THORNS & HORNS

[Verse 1: Lupe
Read my lips, clarinet, talk that walk, pair of
Two shots, parachutes, two drops, of troops
New drops, wearin' roofs, bloom, bearin' fruits
moon put the where in wolves', apparently put it in the air and shoot
Heirlooms that's what I leave, that's how I weave
They don't care to you and hair to you, this what I breathe
I'm the apparent from a pair of parents
Taught me that sharin's carin' so I spread the out
what I need
To get in that's when I bleed, get in hell when I breathe...
Get it? Inhale, I breathe
Maybe you'll get it I breathe, there's levels to this shit
And there's devils on the of this bitch
We all ball even the gotta pitch
You fly so that's red bull and a
You can that, that's complimentary
story, documentary
Ninja Turtle, side
Though continentally Side

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

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

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