Luyện nghe bài hát Hoarse

Gorgeous horse whip
Home-making paintings for poor porn flicks
Court adjourned and the verdict's still
swinging like Dub-D40 on a door hinge
Good lord, walk like the floor slick
bored, hoard all mics in a force grip
Pro-abortion his own importance
Or leaving floating with paper and dirty porcelain
Pinnacle of titillating spit
Fist clinched '68 Olympics
Rock it from the cradle he middle aged and limp-sticked
Coughing from the stable probably spliff's lit
Dismissed, feel it in saturated cranium
Heavy as off a spanking new laser gun
Crazy heart, hazy lung, art, raking funds
Crowd going like Palin's son

And it always Autumn
No for the weak
No insurance for your

And it follows Autumn

I sit in 'til the flow is right
Then throw D on all available open mics
Smoke it right proposing niggas over wipe
because I normally toilet bowl with a broken pipe
Shit, the former soloist who was sick
The sober kid stressed so the role was switched
Now Lokos down the hole and a loaded spliff
who's as useless as a broken wrist when tryna open shit
Nigga cold is you need to keep the poultry in
Resulting in me rolling as bottom of the bowling kicks
Early man, you know me as the troll throwing
Moldy donut holes at your grody ho from his whip
Eating like the kids when you 'em off Ritalin
Throwing temper tantrums at the 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 as thick as tips of pencils is, missiles to the picket fence
Who spit as fingerlickin' bitch bet, it's
36 fish netted the hook was inefficient

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

And it follows Autumn