Luyện nghe bài hát Obese Lowlifes

Verse 1 -
Well I'm the one to bring the funk my armpit's not stinking,
And I'm known to hold flows like the you drop drinking,
crude man I started of limping,
Plus I a fella like I know the art of parking lot pimping yeah,
You know of Mys, the one whose flow's crazy,
And is so gravy that it come with a bowl of rice,
The MBS with the Hoods,
Make B-Boys and Girls break than real soft wood, let's go.

2 - Pressure
I never hit on a girl, at least no hand,
Girls are like time but time waits on no man,
Got nothing on women so I spread on the rhythm,
And get you out your seat 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 your nothing I aint before.

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

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