Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

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

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

3: Grieves]
Ooowee, ain't a bitch?
Nobody believed it til the wave hit
The ground started and the sky went red
(Mayday! been lost, Justin Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, another one
Colonies of people living the ground
Rallied against the clowns, a was born
fight for mankind and the existence of porn (let's go!)
Back on the life teeters
Avoiding wild of North American beavers
Creepers and face feeders
the great reaper
You're either get eaten or beat with a pay meter
is real shit homie, dog eat dog
More like robot clown eats man and whole
on the wall says "there is no god"
But there is homemade vodka, and that's cool

[Verse 4:
Homemade vodka, pour a shot up then I it
I'm the only person left who remembers how to it
It's the popular product in the underground economy
So I'm the most popular person in my colony
All the resistance leaders they shots down
In my bar after they the robot clowns
As of late they've been stressed and
Cause the chances of us are becoming less and less
We lost the captain of the human
is really 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 clowns are advancing
I use the word "down" cause coming underground
Wait—what's that sound? It's kinda
Holy shit! There are right now!

[Verse 5: Adam
Calm soldier, this is no time to be a fink
We can these clowns, okay, we just need to think
I've lost ten men week, I can't sleep
a wink
But this the last place on a guy can get a decent drink
So darned if we lose this bar to those useless bastards
I'd rather starve than be
So I put barbed wire on the fences
should buy us some time to plan our defenses
Pick up the and trash cans off the floor
Stack em up on the door to jam up
the entrance
Ain't got grenades but we still might be
I just found diet coke cans and some breath mints
Fill the cans to the brim with the cola
When the robots break in, toss the the soda
See the blast hurt em but it'll get em wet certainly
It'll mess up their wiring and disrupt their
If it work though, my next plan cannot fail
We drink the vodka—shot after shot til too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a flame and turn the bottles that remain Molotov cocktails
I've had it with you clowns, reached
my limit
You may killed my captain, but I'm the lieutenant
And I won't let you us
Wait just a
That no robot zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Rafael
Adam! Ahhh!
I didn't to scare ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's just Azalea
Musta hid up in the bar to about who we are
Then report to the captain of the folks attackin my favorite rap stars
Oh shit, quick! Hit her with fuckin duck-tape
She came to sing-rap & give us all undercut fades
Lo-fi beats telepathic autotune
Help! She's my head and I don't think 
I am immune
Been repo-d, I think I'm in deep 
I am weeping at the
Forfeiting my dreams of keepin the streets G
Only way to it is doublin up on the track
Any and everyone get up and mean it
Just puttin the peddle it
Now we taking the tempo and tunin it
Never gone let a lesser ruin it, so I'm inducing it
Doomin em all, I'm undoin it, im dippin
Who with the kid? I'm out
to the dojo, Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro though
These think we're bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson robe bro, I'm goin
Bay boys bout to put barrel into some fuckin blowholes

[Verse 7: Daveed
Whoa whoa whoa, hold up
You see I'm trimming my up
I heard all these newly brainwashed rap chicks are really to fuck
I comb the pistols out the fro and they're sitting on the
And there's two cheesesteaks out in a gassed up LeSabre
I'm to ride on these haters, let's go
But you better drive cause you know
That apocalypse or not when I'm behind the wheel my black ass is
Enough gonna get
And we ain't got the and the tags are expired
You know how it is, I am really not to die today, by cop or by a geek robot
Whoa, stop, lemme bottle up this I've been brewing on the back porch
Grab the backpack out the closet, got all of our passports
I've been planning for a minute, seen 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 need muscle
Or reason, or anything other than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll the hood real slow bumping something all of these monsters know
a Watsky song? Lo and behold, they'll follow our car wherever we go
Let's lead em out to Napa and let em gentrify that up
Start the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any
Or a McFlurry, there's no time for that shit
Hold up, there go Nak right there, over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Hodge]
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 the end
of the world?
I been on Pinterest tending to the end curls
I mean the sky is purple, people running on vapors
I mean the Tribune gone, I ain't gon read it in the papers
all that different, been the same for black women
When apocalyptic breakfast revelation dinners
The lights out
The smelling of flint
corpses laying where the bodies had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just with grenades
When life gives us citrus we learn to drop
So okay fellas we get in formation?
Bump some pied piper R up out the this scraper
Do the end of the styling in our fitteds and gators
these stupid mufuckas on a goose chase
Use whatever's already up in my
I got a whole jones for open road
And my so cold we don't need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read this prose
Bet you Butler how to make us free
A Lauren Olamina in Trumped up
A black magic woman being called girl
But the only constant is change
So get the supplies and leave up out our bay homes
Got the kit and six gallons of gas
Got Diggs in the and Raf in the back
Got passenger seat
and the last of these sweets
Go north Daveed, just gun it til country
Do it fluid like turfin with iDummy
It's the bay we learned as natives gon keep us safe
the forty water water and an instrumental tap, let's go
They'll get behind us
I mean half of em hybrid but most of wind-ups
We got nothing but power we got nothing but
I got new beats and Music of My Mind
Nothing left in Napa but the scent of the
No palate-cleansing for discriminate taste
Nothing in Calistoga but one popped bubble
We got just two and just one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we humanity
The two of and me that's like actual insanity
eww, that's really gross 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 breath as I fight death in the quiet of the bunker
I was confounded when I came to Dumbfoundead
Brought me to the battered base underground where we down the summer
But then winter came and the flame that we to flickered to nothing
And the few of us living resorted to burning like tinder and lumber
We bickered and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we hunted other
the weak and we plundered
A visitor from the surface stole a garlic roll from and Busters
And I butchered the in his sleep just to lick his fingers for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I and the pipes ruptured 
from my dung
Lungs punctured when Dumb stuck me the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and in a shallow grave
to J Biebs and Azalea's 
pale humungous butt
That I rest my head for my perpetual slumber
We and wretched kvetch and wail
curtains, my days are numbered
And I'm numb to pain, yet one certainty gives me comfort
I made a living yelling my loudly
Thinking I might matter if I a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see the future be fine
me
Nothing is to be mine
I'm a of a broken time
And maybe survivors on the surface in LeSabres working on
Tomorrow sipping red, red