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 like the glass you drop drinking,
crude man I started of limping,
Plus I rock a fella like I know the art of parking lot yeah,
You people know of Mys, the one whose crazy,
And is so gravy that it should come a bowl of rice,
The MBS with the Hoods,
B-Boys and Girls break quicker than real soft wood, let's go.

Verse 2 -
I hit on a girl, at least with no hand,
are like serving time but time 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 till I drop cos I think I drop my drink,
Think you're more, than us? We in war,
Trust me your nothing I aint before.

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

Verse 4 -
Man all pollies in power are cowards so it's only fair,
That I hate John Howard like I hate Blair,
And I like Tony Bennet in a rental tux,
Experimental cuts, the Brando Flux and Mys Diggy,
No one's as fly as kings,
I'll leave you yourself like Siamese twins,
so deep, so nice, so full of promise,
But obese, man what woman would want us?
We're like hooded up bombers out storming the yard,
We're large like a junkie 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.