Luyện nghe bài hát THORNS & HORNS

[Verse 1: Lupe
Read my lips, clarinet, talk that walk, of steps
Two shots, parachutes, two drops, pair of
New drops, wearin' roofs, full bloom, fruits
Full moon put the in wolves', apparently put it in the air and shoot
that's what I leave, heirlooms that's how I weave
They don't care to you and that's hair to you, this I breathe
I'm the heir apparent a pair of parents
Taught me that carin' so I spread the bread out
what 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, levels to this shit
And there's devils on the level of bitch
We all ball even the gotta pitch
You fly so that's red bull and a
You can that, that's complimentary
True story,
Ninja Turtle, sewer
continentally West Side

I'm just riding around town crown of 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 name ring a phone call
It's only right that you defeat, I guess that's protocol
Soulo ho, oh God, Lord knows like you never yes
Success, I'm on the verge-in, I never had sex
You upset as fake breasts, but 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 already
I used to complain until I flew already
Now I'm ready, amen, like one guy I'm so
Let's say tons, that's blasphemy, eight guns, keep your machete
Young mind, fuck the world, that's an orgy an OG
Ironically, you're high as me you, won't need floor seats
This flow for King Rich I won't stop 'till my team's richer
Mind, body and on top of the dollar, spinnin'
My optimism is why I'm in this
You pray, I prey, just that I'm a lion 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 chickens Reaganomics
This world so damn ugly I won't put make-up on it, just bein'
Keys on us like dope dealers, doors for the lost souls
Ring on keys like Swizz Beatz, to make sure a nigga never those
get locked out, we janitors with the mops out
Clean house, I used to 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 on 'em, ayy nigga
Hell yeah, you, with them on him, infraredin' you
Intellectual like Deck, protect your neck from Lu
we the children of the night!
Of the dead lookin' for some light
I got some up in my Sprite
I call it the Juice, Lu, what would Jesus do? Whoo!