Luyện nghe bài hát Exercise

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

Me play sports? don't your bet
I'm not the type of guy to run up and down and break out in a
I just make the sound hip
I leave it up to jane fonda, to take of that physical fit shit
wrong with bein overweight, everything straight
So long as my pockets in shape
I never in gym
I hated the thought, to even to take a loss to begin
say health brings you longevity
But I'm not one for extra-curriculum activity
You see the ak, with a baseball hat
Won't see me on no field no baseball bat
In case nigga head, got to get cracked
Other than that, I don't plan to run
Picture me for miles.. hah!
Come on kid, that's not my style
I just talk to on the horn
You won't see the ak upstairs, no butter on his corns
Another bites the dust
Another nigga from egypt, make musk
Picture me wearin pro keds, the full court
Don't jump out 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 this way
The name is akinyele, not no pele
Baseballs is I'm not with
So don't hand me no catcher's mitt, cause I catchin shit!
The time I slide 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 while upset
He can't handle it, he to stop it
He grabs the and cock it, but that's a whole different topic
I throw 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 losin
You the whole 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 up, at the wimbledon
But I'm not one for
Nor breakin no sport in the world book of guinness
I just cool around the block and hold down the
Straight up and nigga, I'm not a good sport

* rob cuts "exercise" *

Me jumpin fences, don't make sense kid
On a hot day, you'll me coolin on the benches
And you could ask me the water's at
But don't come ask me to act, like no quarterback
pads and helmet, yeah right
Talkin that hut one, hut two, hut three, - psych!
I'm poetic, while with the alphabetic
Not athletic, that's why I don't it
So you can keep your on hold
soccer, the shit that I kick, yo it's bound to go gold
I just cool around the 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 good

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