Luyện nghe bài hát Antique Gold

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

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

[Hook: 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,