Luyện nghe bài hát THORNS & HORNS

[Verse 1: Lupe
Read my lips, clarinet, talk that walk, pair of
Two shots, parachutes, two drops, of troops
New drops, roofs, full bloom, bearin' fruits
moon put the where in wolves', apparently put it in the air and shoot
Heirlooms that's I leave, heirlooms that's how I weave
They care to you and that's hair to you, this what I breathe
I'm the heir apparent a pair of parents
Taught me that sharin's so I spread the bread out
what I need
To get in heaven that's I bleed, get in hell when I breathe...
Get it? Inhale, when I
you'll get it when I breathe, there's levels to this shit
And there's on the level of this bitch
We all ball even the devil gotta
You fly so red bull and a fish
You can have that, complimentary
True story,
Ninja Turtle, side
Though continentally Side

I'm just riding around town of thorns on my head
Living till I'm dead,
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 with a blunt lit, my name ring like a call
It's only right that you meet defeat, I guess that's
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 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, blasphemy, with eight guns, keep your machete
Young mind, fuck the world, an orgy with an OG
Ironically, when you're high as me you, won't floor seats
This flow here for King I won't stop 'till my team's richer
Mind, body and spirit on top of the dollar,
My is why I'm in this position
You pray, I prey, it's just that I'm a lion bitin' his

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul/Lupe
Pay homage, I gotta plan it to play with comets
your comments, trigger finger make you vomit
Egghead just makin' omelets to move the like Reaganomics
This world so damn ugly I won't put make-up on it, 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 to Oxford 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, your neck from Lu
we the children of the night!
Of the livin' dead for some light
I got some lean up in my
I call it the Juice, Lu, what would Jesus do? Whoo!