Luyện nghe bài hát Hoarse

Gorgeous chrome-plated horse
Home-making paintings for poor quality flicks
adjourned and the verdict's still saucy
Sack swinging Dub-D40 on a door hinge
Good lord, walk light like the slick
Look bored, hoard all mics in a force
endorsing his own importance
Or leaving opponents floating with paper and dirty
Pinnacle of titillating crisp
Fist emulating '68 Olympics
Rock it from the 'til he middle aged and limp-sticked
Coughing from the probably indicating spliff's lit
Dismissed, feel it in saturated cranium
as insurance off a spanking new laser gun
Crazy heart, lung, making art, raking funds
Crowd dumb like Palin's son

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

And it always Autumn

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

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

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

And it always Autumn