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 force
Pro-abortion his own importance
Or leaving opponents floating with and dirty porcelain
of titillating crisp spit
Fist emulating '68 Olympics
Rock it the cradle 'til he middle aged and limp-sticked
Coughing from the stable probably spliff's lit
Dismissed, feel it in that saturated
Heavy as insurance off a new laser gun
heart, hazy lung, making art, raking funds
Crowd going dumb like son

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

And it always Autumn

I sit in thought 'til the flow is
Then throw D on all available open mics
it right proposing these niggas over wipe
More because I normally toilet bowl with a broken
Shit, the former soloist who was sick
The sober kid stressed so the role was switched
Now Four 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 slick as bottom of the kicks
Early man, you posers know me as the throwing
Moldy donut at your grody ho from his cronies' whip
like the kids when you take 'em off Ritalin
Throwing temper tantrums at the of your whip again
Sweeping up the glass to use it as a over
Tracks like the leg he limping to the barn with

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

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

And it always Autumn