Luyện nghe bài hát Antelope

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

You park so high and but I'm not mighty high
Dirty smoke, you out with weed and leave your mouth 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 is the best M.C.
can you can find
I shine some moon through the pine
Yo and even if you were wine I'd still dope up with my line

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

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

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

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

Because the west coast how to kill it
Yo and y'all know 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
lyrical chastity, and verbally blaster me
The illest we have to be, with masterpiece
So on and clap with me, so come on and clap with me

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

upon a time 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 from the beach and the sand

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

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

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

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

Maybe not the intellect but 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 foes like id be pickin' the fro
And all you chicken head hos that come to at my shows
You got to go