Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

it out now
I work the angles like, off the cushion in the
Electrifying 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 like a killer, plus ready, to deliver
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I rip it
Critics dig my style I write different, no hype
I just kick it, low-lifes, wanna get it
I shine like the ice when I mics, everytime
Got dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?
They so right, you get stuck, go twice
Lit it up I blow mics

Show mic precise, sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got more loops lassos
hear me? they all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' defeats the
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive
Breakbeats and on concrete
by cardboard, seafloor to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you
That's right I get so hyped
I like diamond d the best producer on the mic
I aced this -- punchlines are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, with skills you got a
This on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta
The in this 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, mentally fit to last a
centuries, one double-zero translate to victories
You kiddin me me? come that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically skatin out of control
Work the 'round the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so cold that mc's pneumonia
I'm airborne, l.a. to barcelona
I heads from pomona out the bronx
Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me
Dj's, you jugglin, that I'm bubblin
Defari on the remix fix, this is thunderin
Picture me or droppin the ball
like picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall

Well if a brother gets the of me
Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the
Fuck that, I the mic with tenacous d
it up to evidence, yo kick it out to me
Line up the three, stroked properly
Rocca, I work the angles triple
The multi-beat real monopoly
My g is god, your g for, geometry?
man of war beats cold on the seashore
An deeo enough to it to the sea floor
single beat bangs like a c-4
We drop beats, why you what the beat for?
The spitfire dilated entity
I'm learning shockers like building energy
barbershops sipping henny like the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, that's to beni b
guaranteed