Luyện nghe bài hát Antelope

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

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

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

Well, if you brealbre? Then roll with the style the
Dirty smokin' green leaf till I die B
Leave me when I'm chillin' in my home
Yo, I'm like 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 lyrics' are weak and yes your spirits meek
And you're an ignorant mother fucker, yes, it shows when you

Your wicked disappointment, rhymes need some ointment
The crowd at your shows always laughin' and
Leave and blew it my boy has been
And I'm still back stage just smokin' and
Confusin' the sets, the best for my choosin'
I'm choosin' the so you're loosin'

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

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

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

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

Once a time in the neighborhood
There was a little 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 beach and the

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

With the 50's on top and the 20's on
Said we rollin' my hood ya you know we got 'em
M.C.s wanna battle me but that's okay
I 'em don't fuck around because we don't play

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

You got 20 inch rims and spinin' when you stop
Said I give a fuck, kill it when the beat drops
'Cause that's what I respect to all you knuckle heads and
jammin' down the sound with the syllables and intellect

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