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
Might put 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
L'Orange hit me up, told me "broadie, shit"
So I guess I'm like a mercenary
Think about it, man, it's kind of
So much, I ugly, man, I'm feeling great
I my girl out to the lake, but she driving
And I'm on her thighs, smoking dank, but fuck it
I own an island out [?] I'm too antique

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

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

[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