Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

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

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

Don't sleep on, I leave your torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, fit to last a century
centuries, one double-zero translate to victories
You me me? come wack that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember
Lyrically you're skatin out of
Work the 'round the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so that mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I heads from pomona out the bronx
Drop the sure needle contact, now me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that means I'm
on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin
Picture me fumblin or droppin the
That's like guy without that nigga aaron hall

Well if a brother gets the of me
no use in sniveling and blaming the referee
Fuck that, I strip the mic with d
it up to evidence, yo kick it out to me
Line up the three, trifecta stroked
Rocca, I work the triple opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat monopoly
My g is god, what's g for, geometry?
This man of war beats on the seashore
An deeo enough to it to the sea floor
single beat bangs like a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking the beat for?
The spitfire fighter entity
I'm learning shockers shockra building energy
barbershops sipping henny like the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, that's to beni b
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