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 with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers
Or keep it realer, and see me on a iron
On like a killer, plus ready, to deliver
gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my cause I write different, no hype
I just kick it, low-lifes, they get it
I shine the ice when I hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin nigga so nice, you know what?
so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice
Lit it up when I blow

mic precise, require sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got more loops than
Y'all hear me? they all conspiracy
Worthless, like testing ev' the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive
Breakbeats and on concrete
Covered by cardboard, to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you
That's sometimes I get so hyped
I like diamond d the best producer on the mic
I this -- most punchlines are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, with skills you got a
This ain't on 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 knee torn, like sehorn
mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, fit to last a century
Like centuries, one double-zero to victories
You kiddin me me? come wack 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 cold that mc's catch
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock heads from pomona out the
Drop the sure contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that means I'm
Defari on the remix fix, shit is thunderin
Picture me fumblin or the ball
like picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall

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