Luyện nghe bài hát THORNS & HORNS

[Verse 1: Lupe
Read my lips, clarinet, talk that walk, pair of
Two shots, parachutes, two drops, pair of
New drops, roofs, full bloom, bearin' fruits
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 don't care to you and hair to you, this what I breathe
I'm the apparent from a pair of parents
Taught me sharin's carin' so I spread the bread out
what I need
To get in heaven that's when I bleed, get in hell I breathe...
Get it? Inhale, I breathe
Maybe you'll get it when I breathe, there's to this shit
And there's devils on the level of bitch
We all ball the devil gotta pitch
You fly so that's red bull and a
You can have that, that's
True story,
Turtle, sewer side
Though West Side

I'm riding around town crown of thorns on my head
till I'm dead, yeah
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 meet defeat, I guess that's
Soulo ho, oh God, 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
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, like one guy I'm so
Let's say tons, that's blasphemy, with eight guns, keep your
Young mind, fuck the world, that's an orgy an OG
Ironically, when you're high as me you, won't floor seats
flow here for King Rich I won't stop 'till my team's richer
Mind, and spirit on top of the dollar, spinnin'
My optimism is why I'm in position
You pray, I prey, just that I'm a lion bitin' his victim

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