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 man I started of limping,
Plus I rock a fella like I know the art of parking lot yeah,
You know of Mys, the one whose flow's crazy,
And is so gravy that it should 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 hit on a girl, at least with 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 seat 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 your I aint seen before.

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

4 - Suffa
Man all pollies in power are cowards so it's only fair,
That I hate John Howard I hate Tony Blair,
And I croon like Tony in a rental tux,
Experimental cuts, with the Brando 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, man what woman would want us?
We're like some hooded up bombers out the yard,
going large like a junkie out pawning his car,
This is the core of the art, and it's all the heart,
This music put your life together it's falling apart.