Luyện nghe bài hát Antelope

Well, my, bread, might be, warm a little to low
You're too slow, the fuck do you think that you know?
I do so and every rhyme I spit is just so crucial
Like metamucial I some rhymes that I'm used to

You so high and mighty but I'm not mighty high
smoke, you out with weed and leave your mouth fuckin' dry
'Cause some of them rappin', clappin', laughin' always beer tappin' Fuckin' dorkette be ridiculous at how

I'm trippin' is all I'm thinkin' is this is the M.C.
That can you can
I shine like some moon the pine
Yo and if you were wine I'd still stay dope up with my line

Well, if you general brealbre? Then roll with the the
Dirty cali green leaf till I die B
Leave me alone I'm chillin' in my home
Yo, I'm smooth like a schwin' and I shine the chrome

Of it's fender, remember this defender
your shit to sender 'cause no one wants to hear it
Yo your lyrics' are weak and yes spirits meek
And you're an mother fucker, yes, it shows when you speak

Your disappointment, your rhymes need some ointment
The crowd at your shows always and pointin'
and blew it my boy has been groovin'
And I'm still back just smokin' and boozin'
the sets, save the best for my choosin'
I'm the rest so you're loosin'

Well, don't forget about the down and dirty cali flow
Just open the and let the rhythm go
I'm hoofin' up the track like a bouncin' antelope
And soften up your just like a ripened cantaloupe

the west coast knows how to kill it
Yo and y'all when it's time to feel it
Yo, we make it
So we up all night yo, until it's tight, until tight

A bohemian rhapsody, these after me
With chastity, and verbally blaster me
The illest we have to be, with masterpiece
So come on and clap with me, so on and clap with me

So come on and clap me
Just on and clap with me
So come on and clap me
Yo, just on and clap with me

Once upon a time in the
There was a dirty boy that was up to no good
He had a chip in his and a mic in his hand
He had a dirty ass head from the and the sand

He I just got out of the water
And I'm late for school I asked dirty to skip and he said, cool
So we went to the liquor store, got ourselves magnum
Rollin the street ya you know we brown bagged them

the 50's on top and the 20's on bottom
Said we through my hood ya you know we got 'em
Sucker M.C.s wanna battle me but that's
I tell 'em don't fuck because we don't play

I sang out with my cock out I got balls of steel
Hear me clankin' down the street like a bag of
Said the dance off session gonna start right
B grab the wheel 'cause I can't steer

You got 20 inch rims and spinin' when you stop
Said I don't give a fuck, it when the beat drops
that's what I respect to all you knuckle heads and derelicts
Just jammin' down the with the syllables and intellect

Maybe not the but syllables are clean
And I leave you in the with an empty canteen
While I'd be Trojan and in the gallapagoes
And I'd be pickin' foes id be pickin' the fro
And all you chicken head hos that to pick at my shows
You got to go