Luyện nghe bài hát Hoarse

Gorgeous chrome-plated horse
Home-making paintings for poor quality flicks
Court adjourned and the verdict's saucy
Sack swinging Dub-D40 on a door hinge
Good lord, walk light like the floor
Look bored, all mics in a force grip
endorsing his own importance
Or leaving opponents floating with and dirty porcelain
Pinnacle of titillating spit
clinched emulating '68 Olympics
Rock it from the cradle he middle aged and limp-sticked
Coughing from the stable probably indicating lit
Dismissed, it in that saturated cranium
Heavy as insurance off a new laser gun
Crazy heart, lung, making art, raking funds
Crowd going dumb like son

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

And it always Autumn

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

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

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

And it always Autumn