Luyện nghe bài hát Obese Lowlifes

Verse 1 -
I'm the one to bring the funk although my armpit's not stinking,
And I'm known to hold flows the glass you drop drinking,
Never man I started of limping,
Plus I rock a fella like I the art of parking lot pimping yeah,
You know of Mys, the one whose flow's crazy,
And is so gravy that it should come a bowl of rice,
The MBS with the Hoods,
Make B-Boys and Girls break quicker than soft wood, let's go.

2 - Pressure
I never hit on a girl, at least no hand,
are like serving time but time waits on no man,
Got on women so I spread love on the rhythm,
And get you out your seat than corrupt politicians,
And I'm on the brink, man it me stop and think,
I don't drink till I cos I think I might drop my drink,
Think you're more, than us? We in war,
Trust me your I aint seen before.

3 - Braintax
With one pen too to overextend,
In dreamland freedom starting again,
With foresight thrive on the of life,
And five fingers plus a mic sick shit, Braintax,
Fuck Tony Blair like I George Bush,
Another seven day week, you ready for the
Through the eight million stories that you can't down,
Start again from the top, come on bounce.

Verse 4 -
Man all these pollies in are cowards so it's only fair,
That I John Howard like I hate Tony Blair,
And I croon like Bennet in a rental tux,
cuts, with the Brando Flux and Mys Diggy,
No as fly as these kings,
I'll leave you beside yourself like twins,
We're so deep, so nice, so of promise,
But obese, lowlifes man woman would want us?
We're some hooded up bombers out storming the yard,
We're going large like a out pawning his car,
This is the core of the art, and it's all the heart,
This music put your together when it's falling apart.