Luyện nghe bài hát Antique Gold

[Verse 1: Watson]
gold on my neck, down
Antique on my chick, down
I keep my tucked, no flex
put antique gold on my friends
All and a ball cap, got Adidas on
Little nigga grew up, fall back, I see you, homie, chill
I've on my chill shit
hit me up, told me "broadie, kill shit"
So I guess I'm something like a
Think about it, man, it's kind of
So much, I love ugly, man, I'm feeling
I take my out to the lake, but she driving
And I'm rubbing on her thighs, dank, but fuck it
I own an island out [?] I'm too antique

[Hook: Watson]
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 gold up in my (down)
I keep the gold tucked, no
Maybe 'cause gold is by design
Brother, I was told if I rocked gold
It would date me to the first black man sold
Now me rocking at a slave auction
I speak, I'm the new antique
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 old antique gold
Enrolled in the death mill, life real
A lot of people out here upset
But what the fuck are you going to do they offer you
A hand full of dreams and it's picking up steam?
Tricks up our sleeves and as you can see
Call auntie and tell 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 guess I"m too antique,