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'
Full moon put the where in wolves', put it in the air and shoot
Heirlooms that's what I leave, that's how I weave
They care to you and that's 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 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 of this bitch
We all ball the devil gotta pitch
You fly so red bull and a fish
You can have that, complimentary
True story,
Turtle, sewer side
Though West Side

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

2: Ab-Soul]
I'm King James with a blunt lit, my name 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, like I had sex
You upset as fake breasts, but stress, it looks good on you
He get it understood, so I stood on him
Food and liquor, in my belly, of the beast but you already
I used to complain planes I flew already
Now I'm ready, amen, like one guy I'm so
say tons, that's blasphemy, with eight guns, keep your machete
Young mind, fuck the world, that's an with an OG
Ironically, when you're high as me you, won't floor seats
This flow here for King Rich I won't stop 'till my team's
Mind, and spirit on top of the dollar, spinnin'
My optimism is why I'm in this
You pray, I prey, it's just I'm a lion bitin' his victim

[Verse 3: Fiasco]
Pay homage, I ain't gotta plan it to play with
your comments, trigger finger make you vomit
Egghead just makin' omelets to move the 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
Amateurs get locked out, we janitors 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 on 'em, ayy nigga
Hell yeah, you, with dots on him, infraredin' you
Intellectual like Inspectah Deck, protect your from Lu
we the children of the night!
Of the livin' dead lookin' for light
I got lean up in my Sprite
I call it the Jesus Juice, Lu, would Jesus do? Whoo!