Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

it out now
I the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
Electrifying like a socket
Hit em all flavors, yup
We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm papers
Or keep it realer, and see me on a iron
On point a killer, plus ready, to deliver
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I rip it
Critics dig my cause I write different, no hype
I just kick it, low-lifes, wanna get it
I shine the ice when I hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin this so nice, you know what?
so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice
Lit it up when I blow

Show mic precise, require
no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos
Y'all hear me? all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' the purpose
the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
Breakbeats and windmills on
Covered by cardboard, to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you
That's right sometimes I get so
I like diamond d the best producer on the mic
I aced this -- most are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, with you got a lotta
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it been hotta
The in this game they'll have you drained and strangles
go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles

Don't on, I leave your knee torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a freeform
Of energy, fit to last a century
Like centuries, one double-zero translate to
You me me? come wack that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, +misery+?
Lyrically skatin out of control
Work the angles the globe, from newark to south pole
so cold that mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock heads from pomona out the
Drop the sure needle contact, now me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that means I'm
Defari on the remix fix, this is thunderin
me fumblin or droppin the ball
That's like picturin guy without that nigga hall

Well if a brother gets the of me
Ain't no use in sniveling and the referee
Fuck that, I strip the mic tenacous d
it up to evidence, yo kick it out to me
Line up the three, stroked properly
Rocca, I the angles triple opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat real
My g is god, what's g for, geometry?
This man of war beats cold on the
An deeo to take it to the sea floor
Every single beat like a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking what the beat
The fighter dilated entity
I'm learning like shockra building energy
While barbershops sipping henny the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, that's word to b
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