Luyện nghe bài hát Exercise

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

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

* rob cuts "exercise" *

Don't throw your balls this way
The name is akinyele, not no pele
Baseballs is I'm not with
So don't hand me no catcher's mitt, I ain't catchin shit!
The only time I slide and run, is a murder's done
I get ghost before the come!
But that's a different subject - that's called games of
your man play russian roulette while upset
He can't it, he wants to stop it
He grabs the hammer and cock it, but that's a whole 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 pst pst losin oxygen
You know the whole blase-blasah, the ak
I'm quick, to run your shit a jogger
Huh! I carry no stopclock
I knock the j off of jock, so you can call me ak!
Yeah, just that simple son
On my time, I be rackin bitches up, at the wimbledon
But I'm not one for
Nor no sport records in the world book of guinness
I just cool around the and hold down the fort
up and down nigga, I'm not a good sport

* rob cuts "exercise" *

Me jumpin fences, don't 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, like no motherfuckin
Shoulder pads and helmet, yeah
Talkin hut one, hut two, hut three, hike - psych!
I'm poetic, while dealin the alphabetic
Not athletic, that's why I don't it
So you can keep your on hold
Fuck soccer, the that I kick, yo it's bound to go gold
I just cool around the and hold down the fort
I just cool around the block and hold the fort
I just around the block and hold down the fort
Straight up and down nigga, I'm not a sport

* slow scratching, breathing *
Uh-uh, I'm the out
I ain't with shit
Find the nigga, the whistle man