Luyện nghe bài hát THORNS & HORNS

[Verse 1: Fiasco]
Read my lips, clarinet, talk walk, pair of steps
Two shots, parachutes, two drops, of troops
New drops, roofs, full bloom, bearin' fruits
Full moon put the where in wolves', put it in the air and shoot
Heirlooms that's what I leave, heirlooms how I weave
They don't care to you and that's hair to you, what I breathe
I'm the heir apparent a pair of parents
me that 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 levels to shit
And there's devils on the level of this
We all ball the devil gotta pitch
You fly so that's red bull and a
You can have that, complimentary
True story,
Ninja Turtle, sewer
Though continentally West

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

2: Ab-Soul]
I'm King James with a blunt lit, my name ring a phone call
It's only right that you defeat, I guess that's protocol
Soulo ho, oh God, Lord knows like you never yes
Success, I'm on the verge-in, like I had sex
You upset as fake breasts, but don't stress, it good 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 flew
Now I'm ready, amen, like one guy I'm so
Let's say tons, that's blasphemy, with eight guns, your machete
Young mind, fuck the world, an orgy with an OG
Ironically, when you're as me you, won't need floor seats
This flow here for King I won't stop 'till my team's richer
Mind, body and on top of the dollar, spinnin'
My is why I'm in this position
You pray, I prey, it's just I'm a lion bitin' his victim

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul/Lupe
Pay homage, I ain't gotta plan it to play comets
Save comments, trigger finger make you vomit
Egghead just makin' omelets to the chickens like Reaganomics
This world so damn ugly I put make-up on it, just bein' honest
Keys on us like dope dealers, doors for the lost souls
Ring on like Swizz Beatz, to make sure a nigga never lost those
Amateurs get out, we janitors with the mops out
Clean house, I used to 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
yeah, you, with them dots on him, infraredin' you
Intellectual like Deck, protect your neck from Lu
we the children of the night!
Of the dead lookin' for some light
I got some lean up in my
I call it the Jesus Juice, Lu, would Jesus do? Whoo!