Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

it out now
I the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
like a live socket
Hit em all flavors, yup
We to be neighbords 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 style cause I write different, no
I kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I shine like the ice when I hold mics,
Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you what?
so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice
Lit it up when I blow

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

Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, sehorn
Liquid mc storm, children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to a century
Like centuries, one double-zero to victories
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 'round the globe, from to south pole
It's so cold that catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I heads from pomona out the bronx
Drop the needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that means I'm
Defari on the remix fix, shit is thunderin
me fumblin or droppin the ball
That's picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall

if a brother gets the best of me
Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the
that, I strip the mic with tenacous d
Kick it up to evidence, yo it out to me
up the three, trifecta stroked properly
Rocca, I work the angles opticly
The hip-hop real monopoly
My g is god, your g for, geometry?
man of war beats cold on the seashore
An enough to take it to the sea floor
Every single beat like a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking what the beat
The spitfire fighter entity
I'm shockers like shockra building energy
While barbershops henny like the kennedy's
I'm always independent, that's word to beni b
guaranteed