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,
I rock a fella like I know the art of parking lot pimping yeah,
You people of Mys, the one whose flow's crazy,
And is so that it should come with a bowl of rice,
The MBS the Hilltop Hoods,
Make B-Boys and Girls break quicker than soft wood, let's go.

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

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

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