Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

Have you seen a corpse?
How about an exquisite
Think Frankenstein's monster
Now think fun
You're it, good!
Johnny starts with a leg. I sew on an arm. you lend a hand
We add our piece
Now, kind of beast have we made?
find out!

[Verse 1:
I woke up Sunday to a sky
overlords goosestep by
Shoulda when we had the juice
 to try
And Bill the Science Guy us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately it's been getting harder survive
Since the Hive to
Ban American from being a damn part of the 
People's Republic of Antarctica
A bum me for a bill he could borrow
Babbling some shit "there's still a tomorrow"
He said that "legend has it, there's still a Baja and a Sbarro
at the top of
Kilimanjaro"
And so desperate, I set off the deserts out in Portland
Until my thirsty horse collapsed in the scorched
I promised to heart and soul
I'd crawl across this dead for those garlic rolls
2: Dumbfoundead]
Yo, kid, let go of the horse
Stop crying, need a ride? Hop in my red
Eat something homie, you look bony and
Now why the hell you take the Oregon Trail?
Remember back in grade school, that stupid computer
You shoulda better, now there's no one but you to blame
Dying of
Don't to the enemy
I'ma take you underground where the hive be
Apparently a colony of are out there
A garden full of veggies, even garlic they sprout
Leader General Bieber who be shit down there
Found a way to end the drought, out the swimwear
Soon as we pulled up we heard noises
Children started dancing, grown folk joined in
Like a in the Bronx, water shot up
in the air
But was and as hot as solar flares

[Verse 3:
Ooowee, that a bitch?
believed it til the first wave hit
The ground started and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's lost, Justin Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, one down
Colonies of people living the ground
against the clowns, a resistance was born
They for mankind and the existence of porn (let's go!)
Back on the life teeters
wild packs of North American beavers
Creepers and face feeders
Fearing the great
You're either gonna get eaten or with a pay meter
This is real homie, dog eat dog
More like clown eats man and whole squad
Graffiti on the says "there is no god"
But there is still vodka, and that's cool

4: Wax]
Homemade vodka, pour a shot up then I it
I'm the person left who remembers how to distill it
It's the most popular product in the underground
So I'm the most person in my underground colony
All the resistance leaders they throw down
In my bar they fight the robot clowns
As of late they've been stressed and
Cause the chances of us winning are less and less
We lost the captain of the army
Morale is low and a lot of people are starving
I'm still wondering how this all
Is this even real or am I just on
The are advancing down
I use the "down" cause they're coming underground
Wait—what's sound? It's kinda loud
Holy shit! There are right now!

5: Adam Vida]
Calm down soldier, this is no time to be a
We can beat these clowns, okay, we need to think
I've ten men this week, I can't sleep
a wink
But this the place on earth a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose this bar to useless zombie bastards
I'd rather than be boozeless
So I put barbed wire slabs on the
should buy us some time to plan our defenses
Pick up the chairs and trash off the floor
Stack em up on the front to jam up
the entrance
got grenades but we still might be saved
I just fifty diet coke cans and some breath mints
Fill the trash cans to the with the cola
When the robots break in, the mints
in the soda
See the blast won't hurt em but get em wet certainly
It'll mess up their wiring and their circuitry
If it don't work though, my next plan fail
We the vodka—shot after shot til we're too drunk to feel pain
up a flame and turn the bottles that remain into Molotov cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, I've reached
my
You may killed my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I let you terrorize us
Wait a minute
That ain't no zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Rafael
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't mean to ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's just Iggy
Musta hid up in the bar to learn who we are
Then back to the captain of the folks attackin my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her some fuckin duck-tape
She came to sing-rap & give us all some fades
beats transmittin telepathic autotune
Help! She's inside my and I don't think 
I am immune
repo-d, I think I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the seams
Forfeiting my of keepin the streets G code
Only way to outrun it is up on the track
Any and everyone get up and mean it
Just the peddle into it
Now we over the tempo and tunin it
Never gone let a lesser lemon it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm it, deuces im dippin
Who comin with the I'm out
Headed to the dojo, Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro
These robots think we're bitch, Diggs, some loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson robe bro, I'm goin
Bay boys bout to put this barrel into fuckin blowholes

[Verse 7: Daveed
Whoa whoa, hold up cash
You see I'm my mustache up
I heard all these newly brainwashed rap chicks are really down to
I comb the pistols out the fro and sitting on the table
And two cheesesteaks out in a fully gassed up LeSabre
I'm ready to ride on these haters, go
But you better drive you already know
That apocalypse or not I'm behind the wheel my black ass is sure
Enough gonna get
And we got the time and the tags are expired
You how it is, I am really not trying to die today, by cop or by a geek robot
Whoa, stop, lemme bottle up kombucha I've been brewing on the back porch
the backpack out the closet, it's got all of our passports
I've been planning this for a minute, the writing on the walls
If we survive and find a civilization they've got to who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in case we some muscle
Or some reason, or anything than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the hood real slow bumping all of these monsters know
Like a Watsky song? Lo and behold, they'll our car wherever we go
lead em out to Napa and let em gentrify that bitch up
Start the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no time for shit
up, there go Nak right there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Chinaka
Ay Raf get seat
Make for ya
fam, friend
I'll give you McShake and the end of
my Hansen
Now what the fuck you talking it's the the world?
I been on Pinterest tending to the end of
my
I mean the sky is always purple, people running on
I mean the Tribune been gone, I ain't gon it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, been the for black women
When apocalyptic follows revelation dinners
The been out
The water of flint
Exquisite laying where the bodies had been
No over Baghdad, just drones with grenades
life gives us citrus we learn to drop Lemonade
So okay fellas shall we get in
Bump some pied R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world styling in our and gators
Lure these stupid on a goose chase
Use whatever's already up in my
I got a whole jones for this road
And my flow so cold we don't AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll this formal prose
Bet you Butler how to make us free
A Olamina in Trumped up world
A black magic woman being called girl
But the only constant is change
So let's get the and leave up out our bay homes
Got the kit and six gallons of gas
Got Diggs in the driver and Raf in the
Got this passenger seat
and the last of sweets
Go Daveed, just gun it til wine country
Do it moving like turfin with iDummy
It's the bay moves we learned as natives gon keep us
It's the forty water water and an instrumental tap, go
They'll get tired us
I half of em hybrid but most of them wind-ups
We got nothing but power we got nothing but
I got new beats and Music of My Mind
Nothing in Napa but the scent of the grapes
No tapas for discriminate taste
Nothing left in Calistoga but one bubble
We got just two dudes and one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we humanity
The two of y'all and me that's like actual
Like eww, that's really guys
It's like, not Diggs, and not
Not nobody else, just doing it styling in wine country nothing else

9: Watsky]
Red red wine, I don't to die!
I hum under my as I fight death in the quiet depths of the bunker
I was when I came to after Dumbfoundead
me to the battered base underground where we hunkered down the summer
But then winter and the flame that we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to burning like tinder and lumber
We bitterly and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger
we hunted each other
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A visitor from the surface stole a garlic roll Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his sleep just to lick his for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I and the pipes ruptured 
from my dung
Lungs punctured when Dumb stuck me with the sharped end of my
Now it's me and Grieves in a grave
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's humungous butt
That I rest my upon for my perpetual slumber
We and wretched kvetch and wail
curtains, my days are numbered
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining certainty gives me
I made a living yelling my loudly
Thinking I might matter if I a crowd, see
Now, my lily on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see the future will be fine
me
Nothing is to be mine
I'm a token of a time
And maybe there's survivors on the surface in LeSabres on
Tomorrow red, red wine