Luyện nghe bài hát Antique Gold

[Verse 1: Watson]
Antique gold on my neck,
gold on my chick, down
I my gold tucked, no flex
put antique gold on my friends
All black and a cap, got Adidas on
nigga grew up, fall back, I don't see you, homie, chill
I've been on my chill
hit me up, told me "broadie, kill shit"
So I guess I'm something like a
Think it, man, it's kind of scary
So much, I love ugly, man, I'm great
I take my girl out to the lake, but she
And I'm rubbing on her thighs, dank, but fuck it
I wanna own an island out [?] I'm too

[Hook: Chester
I'm way too antique, way too
I guess I'm too antique,
I'm way too antique, way too
I guess I"m too antique,

[Verse 2: Mr.
(Antique)
gold on my chest (down)
Antique up in my mind (down)
I keep the gold tucked, no
Maybe 'cause antique gold is by
Brother, I was told that if I rocked
It would date me back to the first black man
Now picture me rocking at a auction
I can't speak, I'm the new
My face and my needed Mozambique
All these of America are so damn sweet
If you in fairytales then you fit in to the fold
In the mold of that old antique
Enrolled in the death mill, gets real
A lot of people out upset still
But what the fuck are you going to do when they you
A whole hand of dreams and it's picking up steam?
up our sleeves and gold as you can see
Call your auntie and her we antique

[Hook: Chester
I'm way too antique, way too
I guess I'm too antique,
I'm way too antique, way too
I I"m too antique, antique