Luyện nghe bài hát Antelope

Well, my, half bread, be, warm a little to low
too slow, what the fuck do you think that 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 but I'm not mighty high
smoke, you out with weed and leave your mouth fuckin' dry
'Cause some of them rappin', clappin', laughin' beer tappin' Fuckin' dorkette slappi' be ridiculous at how

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

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

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

Your wicked disappointment, your rhymes need ointment
The crowd at your shows laughin' and pointin'
Leave and 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 choosin' the so you're loosin'

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

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

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

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

Once upon a in the neighborhood
There was a little 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 said I got out of the water
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 down the street ya you we brown bagged them

With the on top and the 20's on bottom
Said we rollin' through my ya you know 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 rock out with my cock out I got balls of
Hear me clankin' down the street a bag of beer
Said the dance off session gonna right here
B grab the wheel 'cause I can't steer

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

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