Luyện nghe bài hát Hoarse

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

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

And it follows Autumn

I sit in thought 'til the is right
Then some D on all available open mics
Smoke it right these niggas over wipe
More because I normally toilet bowl with a pipe
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
Look who's as useless as a broken wrist when open shit
Nigga is what you need to keep the poultry in
Resulting in me rolling slick as of the bowling kicks
Early man, you posers know me as the throwing
Moldy donut holes at your grody ho from his whip
Eating like the kids 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 damaged like the leg he limping to the with

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

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

And it always follows