Luyện nghe bài hát THORNS & HORNS

[Verse 1: Fiasco]
Read my lips, clarinet, talk walk, pair of steps
Two shots, parachutes, two drops, pair of
New drops, wearin' roofs, bloom, bearin' fruits
Full moon put the where in wolves', put it in the air and shoot
Heirlooms that's what I leave, heirlooms that's how I
They don't to you and that's hair to you, this what I breathe
I'm the heir from a pair of parents
Taught me that sharin's carin' so I the bread out
That's I need
To get in heaven that's when I bleed, get in when I breathe...
Get it? Inhale, I breathe
you'll get it when I breathe, there's levels to this shit
And devils on the level of this bitch
We all even the devil gotta pitch
You fly so red bull and a fish
You can have that, that's
story, documentary
Ninja Turtle, side
Though continentally Side

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

2: Ab-Soul]
I'm King James with a blunt lit, my ring like a phone call
It's only that you meet defeat, I guess that's protocol
Soulo ho, oh God, Lord knows like you said yes
Success, I'm on the verge-in, I never had sex
You as fake breasts, but don't 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 to complain until planes I flew already
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, that's an orgy an OG
Ironically, when you're high as me you, won't floor seats
This flow here for King Rich I won't 'till my team's richer
Mind, and spirit on top of the dollar, spinnin'
My is why I'm in this position
You pray, I prey, just that I'm a lion bitin' his victim

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul/Lupe
Pay homage, I ain't gotta it to play with comets
Save your comments, trigger finger you vomit
Egghead just makin' omelets to move the chickens Reaganomics
This world so damn I won't put make-up on it, just bein' honest
Keys on us like dope dealers, open for the lost souls
Ring on keys like Swizz Beatz, to make sure a nigga never lost
Amateurs get locked out, we with the mops out
Clean house, I 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
Cause we the of the night!
Of the dead lookin' for some light
I got some up in my Sprite
I call it the Jesus Juice, Lu, would Jesus do? Whoo!