Luyện nghe bài hát Antique Gold

[Verse 1: Chester
Antique on my neck, down
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 on my chill shit
L'Orange hit me up, told me "broadie, shit"
So I I'm something like a mercenary
Think about it, man, kind of scary
So much, I ugly, man, I'm feeling great
I take my out to the lake, but she driving
And I'm rubbing on her thighs, smoking dank, but it
I own an island out [?] I'm too antique

Chester Watson]
I'm way too antique, way too
I I'm too antique, antique
I'm way too antique, way too
I guess I"m too antique,

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