Luyện nghe bài hát THORNS & HORNS

[Verse 1: Fiasco]
Read my lips, clarinet, talk that walk, of steps
Two shots, parachutes, two drops, of troops
New drops, wearin' roofs, full bloom, fruits
Full put the where in wolves', apparently 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, this what I
I'm the apparent from a pair of parents
me that sharin's carin' so I spread the bread out
That's 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 when I breathe, there's levels to this
And devils on the level of this bitch
We all ball the devil gotta pitch
You fly so that's red bull and a
You can have that, complimentary
True story,
Turtle, sewer side
Though West Side

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

[Verse 2:
I'm King James with a blunt lit, my name like a phone call
It's only right that you defeat, I guess that's protocol
Soulo ho, oh God, Lord knows like you said yes
Success, I'm on the verge-in, like I had sex
You upset as fake breasts, but don't stress, it looks 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, like one guy I'm so
Let's say tons, that's blasphemy, with eight guns, keep machete
Young mind, fuck the world, that's an orgy an OG
Ironically, when you're high as me you, won't need floor
This flow here for King 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, it's just that I'm a bitin' his victim

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul/Lupe
Pay homage, I ain't gotta plan it to play with
Save your comments, trigger make you vomit
Egghead just makin' omelets to the chickens like Reaganomics
This world so damn ugly I won't put make-up on it, bein' honest
Keys on us like dealers, open doors for the lost souls
Ring on keys like Swizz Beatz, to make a nigga never lost those
Amateurs get locked out, we with the mops out
house, I used to wanna be the GOAT but I'm the Ox now
Rap like I went to Oxford 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, protect your neck Lu
we the children of the night!
Of the livin' dead lookin' for some
I got some lean up in my
I call it the Jesus Juice, Lu, would Jesus do? Whoo!