Luyện nghe bài hát Exquisite Corpse

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

1: Watsky]
I woke up to a bloodshot sky
overlords goosestep by
Shoulda when we had the juice
 to try
And Bill the Guy told us that "the end is Nye!"
Lately been getting harder to
 survive
Since the started to
Ban American refugees from being a part of the 
People's Republic of Antarctica
A bum me for a bill he could borrow
some shit about "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 from the deserts out in
Until my horse collapsed in the scorched sand
I promised to myself and soul
I'd crawl across this world for those garlic rolls
2: Dumbfoundead]
Yo, kid, let go of the horse
Stop crying, need a Hop in my red Porsche
Eat homie, you look bony and frail
Now why the would you take the Oregon Trail?
Remember in grade school, that stupid computer game?
You known better, now there's no one but you to blame
Dying of
Don't climb to the
I'ma take you underground where the hive be
Apparently a colony of are out there
A garden full of veggies, even garlic sprout there
General Bieber who be running shit down there
Found a way to end the drought, bring out the
Soon as we pulled up we drilling noises
Children started dancing, even grown joined in
a hydrant in the Bronx, water shot up
in the air
But was boiling and as hot as flares

[Verse 3:
Ooowee, ain't that a
Nobody believed it til the first hit
The ground started and the sky went red
(Mayday! Atlanta's lost, Justin Bieber is dead)
No! God damn, one down
of people living under the ground
Rallied the clowns, a resistance was born
They for mankind and the existence of porn (let's go!)
Back on the surface life
Avoiding packs of North American beavers
Creepers and face feeders
the great reaper
You're either get eaten or beat with a pay meter
This is real homie, dog eat dog
More like robot clown eats man and whole
on the wall says "there is no god"
But there is still homemade vodka, and cool

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

[Verse 5: Vida]
Calm down soldier, this is no to be a fink
We can beat these clowns, okay, we just need to
I've lost ten men this week, I can't sleep
a
But this the last place on earth a guy can get a drink
So darned if we this bar to those 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 and trash cans off the floor
em up on the front door to jam up
the entrance
Ain't got grenades but we still might be
I found fifty diet coke cans and some breath mints
Fill the trash cans to the brim with the
When the robots break in, toss the mints
in the
See the blast won't hurt em but it'll get em wet
It'll up their wiring and disrupt their circuitry
If it don't work though, my next plan cannot
We drink the vodka—shot shot til we're too drunk to feel pain
Spark up a and turn the bottles that remain into Molotov cocktails
had it with you clowns, I've reached
my limit
You may have killed my captain, but I'm the
And I let you terrorize us
Wait just a
ain't no robot zombie, man, what the hell is it?!
[Verse 6: Casal]
Adam! Ahhh!
I mean to scare ya
Dude, that's not a robot, it's just Iggy
hid up in the bar to learn about who we are
Then report back to the captain of the 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 transmittin telepathic
Help! She's inside my head and I don't think 
I am
Been repo-d, I think I'm in deep am weeping at the seams
my dreams of keepin the streets G code
Only way to outrun it is doublin up on the
Any and everyone get up and mean it
puttin the peddle into it
Now we taking the tempo and tunin it
Never gone let a lesser ruin it, so I'm inducing it
em all, I'm undoin it, deuces im dippin
Who comin with the I'm out
to the dojo, Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro though
These robots we're bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson bro, I'm goin postal
Bay boys to put this barrel into some fuckin blowholes

[Verse 7: Daveed
Whoa whoa whoa, 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 there's two cheesesteaks out in a gassed up LeSabre
I'm ready to on these haters, let's go
But you better drive you already know
apocalypse or not when I'm behind the wheel my black ass is sure
Enough get stopped
And we ain't got the time and the are expired
You know how it is, I am really not trying to die today, by cop or by a geek
Whoa, stop, lemme bottle up this kombucha I've been brewing on the back
Grab the 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 and find a civilization they've got to know who we are
First we swoop us Chinaka in case we need some
Or some reason, or anything other than our hustle
Then we roll through the hood real slow something all of these monsters know
Like a Watsky song? Lo and behold, follow our car wherever we go
Let's lead em out to Napa and let em that bitch up
Start the car—no, homie—we are not stopping for any
Or a McFlurry, blood there's no for that shit
Hold up, go Nak right there, pull over. Ayo Nak, Ayo Nak, get in the car!

[Verse 8: Hodge]
Ay Raf get seat
Make room for ya
fam,
I'll you this McShake and the end of
my Hansen
Now what the fuck you talking it's the the world?
I been on Pinterest to the end of
my curls
I mean the sky is always purple, running on vapors
I mean the Tribune gone, I ain't gon read it in the papers
Nothing's all that different, been the same for women
When apocalyptic breakfast follows revelation
The lights out
The water smelling of
corpses laying where the bodies had been
No over Baghdad, just drones with grenades
When life gives us citrus we learn to drop
So fellas shall we get in formation?
Bump some pied piper R up out the this scraper
Do the end of the world styling in our and gators
these stupid mufuckas on a goose chase
Use whatever's up in my suitcase
I got a whole for this open road
And my flow so we don't need AC
I popped fo' no doze, I'll read this prose
Bet you Butler knows how to us free
A Lauren Olamina in up world
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 earthquake kit and six of gas
Got in the driver and Raf in the back
Got this seat
and the last of these sweets
Go Daveed, just gun it til wine country
Do it moving fluid like turfin with
It's the bay we learned as natives gon keep us safe
It's the forty water and an instrumental tap, let's go
They'll get tired us
I mean half of em hybrid but most of them
We got nothing but we got nothing but time
I got Kwudi's new and Music of My Mind
left in Napa but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing for discriminate taste
left in Calistoga but one popped bubble
We got just two dudes and just one Nak,
Like how the hell we repopulate
The two of y'all and me 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 with else

9: Watsky]
Red red wine, I want to die!
I hum under my breath as I fight death in the depths of the bunker
I was confounded when I came to after
Brought me to the battered base underground where we down the summer
But then winter came and the flame we tended to flickered to nothing
And the few of us resorted to burning cadavers like tinder and lumber
We bickered and our wickedness hit a peak in our hunger
Sickened we hunted each
Pickpocketed the and we plundered
A visitor from the surface a garlic roll from Dave and Busters
And I butchered the buster in his sleep to lick his fingers for butter
But it kind of gave me indigestion I confess and the pipes 
from my dung
Lungs punctured when stuck me with the sharped end of my plunger
Now it's me and Grieves in a grave
Next to J Biebs and Azalea's humungous butt
That I rest my head for my perpetual slumber
We frail and kvetch and wail
It's curtains, my days are
And I'm numb to pain, yet one remaining certainty gives me
I made a living my opinions loudly
Thinking I matter if I drew a crowd, see
Now, my lily cheek on Iggy's chilly cheeks
I finally see the will be fine
me
Nothing is to be mine
I'm a of a broken time
And maybe there's survivors on the surface in working on
Tomorrow red, red wine