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
Full put the where in wolves', apparently put it in the air and shoot
Heirlooms that's what I leave, that's how I weave
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 the bread out
That's what I
To get in heaven that's 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 shit
And there's 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
story, documentary
Ninja Turtle, sewer
Though continentally Side

I'm just riding around town crown of on my head
Living till I'm dead,
Show respect (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 like a call
It's only that you meet defeat, I guess that's protocol
Soulo ho, oh God, knows like you never said yes
Success, I'm on the verge-in, I never had sex
You upset as breasts, but don't stress, it looks good 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 flew
Now I'm ready, amen, one guy I'm so heavy
Let's say tons, that's blasphemy, with eight guns, keep machete
Young mind, fuck the world, that's an 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, and spirit on top of the dollar, spinnin'
My optimism is why I'm in this
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 comets
Save your comments, trigger finger make you
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, doors for the lost souls
Ring on keys Swizz Beatz, to make sure a nigga never lost those
Amateurs get out, we janitors with the mops out
house, I used to wanna be the GOAT 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, 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 some
I got some up in my Sprite
I it the Jesus Juice, Lu, what would Jesus do? Whoo!