Luyện nghe bài hát Exercise

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

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 make the sound hip
I leave it up to jane fonda, to take care of that physical fit
Nothin wrong with bein overweight, straight
So long as my pockets in shape
I participated in gym
I hated the thought, to even have to a loss to begin
say health brings 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 head, got to get cracked
Other than that, I plan to run track
Picture me for miles.. hah!
Come on kid, that's not my style
I just talk to girls on the
You won't see the ak upstairs, puttin no butter on his
Another bites the dust
Another nigga from egypt, make 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
Straight up and nigga, I'm not a good sport

* rob cuts "exercise" *

Don't throw your soccer balls way
The name is akinyele, not no motherfuckin
Baseballs is what I'm not
So don't hand me no catcher's mitt, I ain't catchin shit!
The only time I slide and run, is after a murder's
I get before the homicide come!
But that's a different subject - called games of death
When your man play russian roulette upset
He can't it, he wants to stop it
He grabs the hammer and cock it, but that's a whole different
I just throw my on plastic
You see me wrasslin in no arena, gettin my ass kicked
Or better yet in, some ring with gloves
Talkin about pst pst oxygen
You know the 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, it's just that 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 world book of
I just cool the block and hold down the fort
Straight up and down nigga, I'm not a good

* rob cuts "exercise" *

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

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