Luyện nghe bài hát Exercise

* breathing *
this out man
All gym shit
Runnin around for a
even my style man
I don't even know what the fuck I'm doin in this
Bout to get the fuck up out of this
Ain't even with

Me sports? don't place your bet
I'm not the type of guy to run up and and break out in a sweat
I just the words sound hip
I leave it up to jane fonda, to take care of that physical fit
Nothin wrong bein overweight, everything straight
So long as my pockets in shape
I never in gym
I the thought, to even have to take a loss to begin
They say health brings you
But I'm not one for extra-curriculum activity
You might see the ak, a baseball hat
Won't see me on no field with no bat
In case nigga head, got to get cracked
than that, I don't plan to run track
Picture me for miles.. hah!
Come on kid, just not my style
I just talk to girls on the
You won't see the ak upstairs, no butter on his corns
Another athlete bites the
nigga from egypt, make egyptian musk
Picture me wearin pro keds, runnin the full
Don't out your basket-ass head
I just cool around the block and down the fort
up and down nigga, I'm not a good sport

* rob cuts "exercise" *

Don't throw your soccer this way
The name is akinyele, not no pele
Baseballs is what I'm not
So don't me no catcher's mitt, cause I ain't catchin shit!
The only time I slide and run, is after a done
I get before the homicide come!
But a different subject - that's called games of death
When your man play russian while upset
He can't it, he wants to stop it
He grabs the hammer and cock it, but a whole different topic
I just throw my voice on
You won't see me in no arena, gettin my ass kicked
Or better yet boxin in, some ring gloves
Talkin about pst pst oxygen
You the whole blase-blasah, the ak saga
I'm quick, to run your shit like a
Huh! I don't carry no
I knock the j off of jock, so you can just me ak!
Yeah, just that simple son
On my spare time, I be rackin up, at the wimbledon
But I'm not one for
Nor no sport records in the world book of guinness
I just around the block and hold down the fort
Straight up and down nigga, I'm not a sport

* rob swift "exercise" *

Me jumpin over fences, make sense kid
On a hot day, you'll find me coolin on the
And you ask me where the water's at
But don't come ask me to act, no motherfuckin quarterback
Shoulder pads and helmet, right
Talkin that hut one, hut two, hut three, - psych!
I'm poetic, while dealin the alphabetic
Not athletic, that's why I sweat it
So you can keep sports on hold
Fuck soccer, the shit that I kick, yo it's bound to go
I just cool around the and hold down the fort
I cool around the block and hold down the fort
I just cool the block and hold down the fort
Straight up and down nigga, I'm not a good

* slow scratching, heavy *
Uh-uh, I'm the out
I ain't with this
the nigga, blow the whistle man