Luyện nghe bài hát Exercise

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

Me play 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 words hip
I leave it up to jane fonda, to take care of that fit shit
wrong with bein overweight, everything straight
So long as my pockets stay in
I participated in gym
I the thought, to even have to take a loss to begin
They say health you longevity
But I'm not one for that extra-curriculum
You might see the ak, a baseball hat
see me on no field with no baseball bat
In case nigga head, got to get cracked
Other that, I don't plan to run track
me joggin 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, puttin no butter on his
athlete bites the dust
Another nigga egypt, make egyptian musk
Picture me wearin pro keds, the full court
jump out your basket-ass head
I just cool around the and hold down the fort
up and down nigga, I'm not a good sport

* rob cuts "exercise" *

Don't throw your balls this way
The name is akinyele, not no motherfuckin
is what I'm not with
So don't hand me no 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 of death
When man play russian roulette while upset
He can't handle it, he to stop it
He grabs the hammer and cock it, but that's a whole topic
I throw my voice on plastic
You won't see me wrasslin in no arena, gettin my ass
Or better yet in, some ring with gloves
Talkin about pst pst losin
You know the blase-blasah, the ak saga
I'm quick, to run your like a jogger
Huh! I carry no stopclock
I knock the j off of jock, so you can just me ak!
Yeah, it's just that 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 block and down the fort
Straight up and nigga, I'm not a good sport

* rob swift "exercise" *

Me jumpin over fences, make sense kid
On a hot day, you'll find me coolin on the
And you could ask me the water's at
But don't come ask me to act, no motherfuckin quarterback
Shoulder pads and helmet, yeah
Talkin hut one, hut two, hut three, hike - psych!
I'm poetic, while with the alphabetic
Not athletic, why I don't sweat it
So you can your 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 the fort
I just cool around the block and hold down the
Straight up and down nigga, I'm not a good

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