Luyện nghe bài hát Obese Lowlifes

Verse 1 -
Well I'm the one to the funk although my armpit's not stinking,
And I'm to hold flows like 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 gravy that it should with a bowl of rice,
The MBS with the Hoods,
Make and Girls break quicker than real soft wood, let's go.

Verse 2 -
I never hit on a girl, at with no hand,
Girls are like time but time waits on no man,
Got nothing on so I spread love 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 till I drop cos I I might drop my drink,
you're more, than us? We believe in war,
Trust me nothing I aint seen before.

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

Verse 4 -
Man all these in power are cowards so it's only fair,
That I hate John Howard like I hate Blair,
And I croon like Tony in a rental tux,
Experimental cuts, with the Flux and Mys Diggy,
No one's as fly as kings,
I'll leave you beside yourself like twins,
We're so deep, so nice, so of promise,
But obese, lowlifes man what woman 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,
This put your life together when it's falling apart.