Luyện nghe bài hát Exercise

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

Me play sports? don't your bet
I'm not the type of guy to run up and and break out in a sweat
I just the words sound hip
I leave it up to jane fonda, to take care of that fit shit
Nothin wrong with 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 health you longevity
But I'm not one for that activity
You might see the ak, with a hat
Won't see me on no field with no bat
In case some nigga head, got to get
Other that, I don't plan to run track
me joggin for miles.. hah!
Come on kid, that's not my style
I talk to girls on the horn
You won't see the ak upstairs, puttin no on his corns
Another bites the dust
nigga from egypt, make egyptian musk
Picture me wearin pro keds, runnin the full
jump out your basket-ass head
I just cool around the block and down the fort
Straight up and down nigga, I'm not a sport

* rob swift "exercise" *

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

* rob cuts "exercise" *

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

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