Luyện nghe bài hát Exercise

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

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

* rob swift "exercise" *

Don't your soccer balls this way
The name is akinyele, not no motherfuckin
is what I'm not with
So don't hand me no catcher's mitt, cause I catchin shit!
The time I slide and run, is after a murder's done
I get before the homicide come!
But that's a different - that's called games of death
When your man play roulette while upset
He can't it, he wants to stop it
He grabs the hammer and it, but that's a whole different topic
I throw my voice on plastic
You see me wrasslin in no arena, gettin my ass kicked
Or better yet boxin in, some ring with
Talkin about pst pst losin
You know the blase-blasah, the ak saga
I'm quick, to run your shit like a
Huh! I carry no stopclock
I knock the j off of jock, so you can call me ak!
Yeah, it's just simple son
On my spare time, I be rackin up, at the wimbledon
But I'm not one for
Nor breakin no sport records in the 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 fences, don't make sense kid
On a hot day, you'll me coolin on the benches
And you could ask me the water's at
But don't come ask me to act, no motherfuckin quarterback
pads and helmet, yeah right
Talkin hut one, hut two, hut three, hike - psych!
I'm poetic, dealin with the alphabetic
Not athletic, why I don't sweat it
So you can keep sports on hold
Fuck soccer, the shit that I kick, yo it's to go gold
I cool around the block and hold down the fort
I just cool around the and hold down the fort
I just cool around the and hold down the fort
Straight up and down nigga, I'm not a sport

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