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, bloom, bearin' fruits
Full put the where in wolves', apparently put it in the air and shoot
Heirlooms that's what I leave, heirlooms that's how I
They don't care to you and that's to you, this what I breathe
I'm the heir apparent from a pair of
Taught me that sharin's carin' so I spread the out
That's I need
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 to this shit
And there's devils on the level of this
We all ball even the gotta pitch
You fly so red bull and a fish
You can have that, that's
True story,
Ninja Turtle, sewer
Though continentally West

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

2: Ab-Soul]
I'm King James a blunt lit, my name ring like a phone call
It's only right that you meet defeat, I that's protocol
Soulo ho, oh God, Lord knows 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 until planes I already
Now I'm ready, amen, one guy I'm so heavy
Let's say tons, that's blasphemy, eight guns, keep your machete
Young mind, fuck the world, an orgy with an OG
Ironically, you're high as me you, won't need floor seats
This flow here for King Rich I won't stop 'till my 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 lion bitin' his

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul/Lupe
Pay homage, I ain't gotta plan it to play with
Save your comments, trigger make you vomit
Egghead makin' omelets to move the chickens like Reaganomics
This world so damn ugly I won't put make-up on it, bein' honest
Keys on us like dope dealers, open doors for the souls
Ring on keys like Swizz Beatz, to make sure a nigga never 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 on 'em, ayy nigga
yeah, you, with them dots on him, infraredin' you
Intellectual Inspectah 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 Juice, Lu, what would Jesus do? Whoo!