Luyện nghe bài hát Hoarse

Gorgeous chrome-plated whip
Home-making paintings for poor quality porn
adjourned and the verdict's still saucy
Sack swinging Dub-D40 on a door hinge
Good lord, walk like the floor slick
Look bored, hoard all mics in a grip
Pro-abortion his own importance
Or leaving opponents floating with paper and dirty
of titillating crisp spit
Fist emulating '68 Olympics
Rock it from the cradle he middle aged and limp-sticked
from the stable probably indicating spliff's lit
Dismissed, it in that saturated cranium
Heavy as insurance off a spanking new gun
Crazy heart, hazy lung, making art, raking
Crowd going like Palin's son

And it always follows
No home for the
No for your pride

And it always Autumn

I sit in thought 'til the is right
Then throw some D on all available mics
Smoke it right proposing these over wipe
More because I normally toilet bowl with a pipe
Shit, the soloist who flow was sick
The sober kid stressed so the role was switched
Now Lokos down the hole and a loaded spliff
Look who's as useless as a wrist when tryna open shit
cold is what you need to keep the poultry in
Resulting in me slick as bottom of the bowling kicks
Early man, you posers know me as the throwing
Moldy donut at your grody ho from his cronies' whip
Eating like the kids when you take 'em off
temper tantrums at the window of your whip again
Sweeping up the glass to use it as a garnish
damaged like the leg he limping to the barn with

Temper 'bout as thick as tips of is, missiles to the picket fence
Who spit as good fingerlickin' bet, it's
36 fish like the hook was inefficient

And it follows Autumn
No home for the
No insurance for pride

And it always follows