Luyện nghe bài hát THORNS & HORNS

[Verse 1: Lupe
my lips, clarinet, talk that walk, pair of steps
Two shots, parachutes, two drops, pair of
New drops, roofs, full bloom, bearin' fruits
Full moon put the where in wolves', apparently put it in the air and
Heirlooms that's what I leave, that's how I weave
don't care to you and that's hair to you, this what I breathe
I'm the heir apparent from a of parents
Taught me that carin' so I spread the bread out
what I need
To get in heaven that's when I bleed, get in when I breathe...
Get it? Inhale, I breathe
Maybe you'll get it when I breathe, there's levels to 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, sewer
Though continentally West

I'm just around town crown of thorns on my head
Living I'm dead, yeah
Show your (x5)
(Bow down to the with the horns 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 like you never said yes
Success, I'm on the verge-in, like I had sex
You upset as fake breasts, but don't stress, it good on you
He get it understood, so I stood on him
Food and liquor, in my belly, of the but you knew already
I used to complain until planes I flew
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 with an OG
Ironically, when you're high as me you, need floor seats
This flow here for Rich 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, just that I'm a lion bitin' his victim

[Verse 3: Fiasco]
Pay homage, I ain't gotta plan it to play with
your comments, trigger finger make you vomit
Egghead just makin' omelets to move the chickens like
world so damn ugly I won't 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 Oxford with bastards, Glocks on 'em
Red and blue, now the cops on 'em, ayy
yeah, you, with them dots on him, infraredin' you
Intellectual like Inspectah Deck, protect neck from Lu
Cause we the of the night!
Of the livin' dead lookin' for some
I got lean up in my Sprite
I call it the Jesus Juice, Lu, what would do? Whoo!