Luyện nghe bài hát Hoarse

Gorgeous chrome-plated horse
paintings for poor quality porn flicks
Court adjourned and the verdict's still
Sack like Dub-D40 on a door hinge
Good lord, light like the floor slick
Look bored, hoard all mics in a grip
Pro-abortion endorsing his own
Or leaving opponents floating paper and dirty porcelain
Pinnacle of crisp spit
Fist clinched emulating '68
Rock it from the cradle 'til he middle aged and
Coughing from the stable probably spliff's lit
Dismissed, feel it in that saturated
Heavy as off a spanking new laser gun
heart, hazy lung, making art, raking funds
Crowd going like Palin's son

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

And it follows Autumn

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

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

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

And it always Autumn