Luyện nghe bài hát Antelope

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

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

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

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

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

Your wicked disappointment, your rhymes some ointment
The crowd at your shows laughin' and pointin'
Leave and blew it my boy has groovin'
And I'm still back stage smokin' and boozin'
Confusin' the sets, save the best for my
I'm choosin' the rest so you're

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

Because the west knows how to kill it
Yo and y'all know when it's time to it
Yo, we it right
So we up all yo, until it's tight, until it's tight

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

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

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

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

With the 50's on top and the on bottom
Said we rollin' through my hood ya you we got 'em
M.C.s wanna battle me but that's okay
I tell 'em don't around because we don't play

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

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

not the intellect 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 come to at my shows
You got to go