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 in this shit
Bout to get the fuck up out of shit
Ain't even this

Me play sports? 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 leave it up to fonda, to take care of that physical fit shit
Nothin wrong with overweight, everything straight
So long as my stay in shape
I never in gym
I the thought, to even have to take a loss to begin
They say brings you longevity
But I'm not one for that extra-curriculum
You might see the ak, with a hat
Won't see me on no field with no bat
In case nigga head, got to get cracked
Other than that, I don't to run track
Picture me for miles.. hah!
Come on kid, that's not my style
I just to girls on the horn
You won't see the ak upstairs, no butter on his corns
Another athlete the dust
Another nigga egypt, make egyptian musk
Picture me pro keds, runnin the full court
jump out your basket-ass head
I cool around the block and hold down the fort
Straight up and down nigga, I'm not a sport

* rob swift "exercise" *

Don't throw your balls this way
The name is akinyele, not no pele
is what I'm not with
So hand me no catcher's mitt, cause I ain't catchin shit!
The only time I slide and run, is after a murder's
I get ghost the homicide come!
But that's a different subject - that's called games of
When your man play russian while upset
He can't handle it, he 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 yet boxin in, some ring with gloves
Talkin pst pst losin oxygen
You the whole blase-blasah, the ak saga
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 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 cool around the and hold down the fort
Straight up and nigga, I'm not a good sport

* rob swift "exercise" *

Me jumpin fences, don't make sense kid
On a hot day, find me coolin on the benches
And you could ask me the water's at
But come ask me to act, like no motherfuckin quarterback
pads and helmet, yeah right
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 your sports on hold
Fuck soccer, the that I kick, yo it's bound to go gold
I just around the block and hold down the fort
I cool around the block and hold down the fort
I cool around the block 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 with this shit
Find the nigga, the whistle man