Luyện nghe bài hát Obese Lowlifes

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

Verse 2 -
I never hit on a girl, at least no hand,
Girls are like serving time but waits on no man,
Got nothing on women so I spread on the rhythm,
And get you out your quicker than corrupt politicians,
And I'm on the brink, man it makes me and think,
I don't drink I drop cos I think I might drop my drink,
Think you're more, us? We believe in war,
Trust me nothing I aint seen before.

Verse 3 -
one pen too high to overextend,
In dreamland with freedom again,
With foresight on the magic of life,
And five fingers plus a mic sick shit, Braintax,
Fuck Tony Blair like I hate Bush,
seven day week, you ready for the push?
Through the million stories that you can't write down,
Start again the top, come on people bounce.

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