Luyện nghe bài hát Hoarse

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

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

And it always Autumn

I sit in thought 'til the flow is
Then some D on all available open mics
Smoke it proposing these niggas over wipe
More because I normally toilet bowl with a broken
Shit, the former soloist who was sick
The token sober kid so the role was switched
Now Lokos down the hole and a loaded spliff
Look who's as useless as a wrist when tryna open shit
Nigga cold is what you need to the poultry in
Resulting in me rolling 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 when you take 'em off Ritalin
Throwing temper tantrums at the window of whip again
up the glass to use it as a garnish over
Tracks damaged like the leg he to the barn with

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

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

And it follows Autumn