Luyện nghe bài hát Exercise

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

Me sports? 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 leave it up to fonda, to take care of that physical fit shit
Nothin wrong bein overweight, everything straight
So long as my stay in shape
I participated in gym
I hated the thought, to even have to a loss to begin
They say brings you longevity
But I'm not one for that activity
You see the ak, with a baseball hat
Won't see me on no with no baseball bat
In some nigga head, got to get cracked
Other that, I don't plan to run track
Picture me for miles.. hah!
on kid, that's just not my style
I just to girls on the horn
You see the ak upstairs, puttin no butter on his corns
Another athlete bites the
Another nigga 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
Straight up and nigga, I'm not a good sport

* rob swift "exercise" *

Don't throw your soccer this way
The is akinyele, not no motherfuckin pele
is what I'm not with
So don't 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 ghost before the come!
But that's a different subject - that's called of death
When your man play roulette while upset
He can't handle it, he wants to it
He grabs the hammer and it, but that's a whole different topic
I throw my voice on plastic
You won't see me wrasslin in no arena, gettin my ass
Or better yet boxin in, some ring gloves
Talkin about pst pst oxygen
You know the blase-blasah, the ak saga
I'm quick, to run shit 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 that simple son
On my spare time, I be rackin bitches up, at the
But I'm not one for
Nor breakin no records in the world book of guinness
I just cool the block and hold down the fort
Straight up and down nigga, I'm not a sport

* rob swift "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 the water's at
But don't come ask me to act, like no motherfuckin
Shoulder pads and helmet, yeah
Talkin hut one, hut two, hut three, hike - psych!
I'm poetic, dealin with the alphabetic
Not athletic, why I don't sweat it
So you can keep your on hold
Fuck soccer, the shit I kick, yo it's bound to go gold
I just cool around the block and hold down the
I just cool around the and hold down the fort
I just cool around the and hold down the fort
up and down nigga, I'm not a good sport

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