Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

it out now
I work the angles like, off the in the sidepocket
Electrifying like a live
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, ready, to deliver
Type gifted, the mic right, or I might rip it
dig my style cause I write different, no hype
I kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I like 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 I blow mics

mic precise, require sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got more loops than
Y'all hear me? all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive
and windmills on concrete
Covered by cardboard, to skyline
Bottom line, in yo, put in time you shine
That's sometimes I get so hyped
I feel like diamond d the best on the mic
I aced -- most punchlines are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, skills you got a lotta
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda hotta
The method in this 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 your knee torn, like sehorn
mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to a century
Like centuries, one double-zero translate to
You me me? come wack that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically you're skatin out of
Work the angles the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so cold that mc's catch
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock from pomona out the bronx
Drop the sure needle contact, now me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that means I'm
Defari on the fix, this shit is thunderin
Picture me or droppin the ball
That's like picturin guy without that nigga aaron

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
Kick it up to evidence, yo it out to me
Line up the three, stroked properly
Rocca, I work the angles triple
The hip-hop multi-beat monopoly
My g is god, what's 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 asking the beat for?
The fighter dilated entity
I'm learning shockers like shockra building
barbershops sipping henny like the kennedy's
I'm been independent, that's word to beni b
guaranteed