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

Verse 2 -
I never hit on a girl, at least no hand,
Girls are 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 makes me 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 I aint seen before.

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

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