Luyện nghe bài hát Exercise

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

Me play don't place your bet
I'm not the of guy to run up and down and break out in a sweat
I just make the sound hip
I it up to jane fonda, to take care of that physical fit shit
Nothin with bein overweight, everything straight
So as my pockets stay in shape
I never in gym
I hated the thought, to even have to take a to begin
They say brings you longevity
But I'm not one for that activity
You might see the ak, with a 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 just not my
I just to girls on the horn
You won't see the ak upstairs, puttin no butter on his
Another athlete the dust
Another from egypt, make egyptian musk
Picture me pro keds, runnin the full court
Don't jump out basket-ass head
I just cool around the block and down the fort
up and down nigga, I'm not a good sport

* rob swift "exercise" *

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

* rob cuts "exercise" *

Me over fences, don't make sense kid
On a hot day, you'll find me on the benches
And you could ask me where the at
But don't come ask me to act, no motherfuckin quarterback
Shoulder pads and helmet, yeah
Talkin that hut one, hut two, hut three, - psych!
I'm poetic, while dealin the alphabetic
Not athletic, that's why I don't it
So you can keep your sports on
soccer, the shit that I kick, yo it's bound to go gold
I just cool around the block and hold the fort
I just cool around the block and hold 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
Find the nigga, the whistle man