Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

it out now
I work the like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
Electrifying a live socket
Hit em all flavors, yup
We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm papers
Or keep it realer, and see me on a iron
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 just it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I shine the ice when I hold mics, everytime
Got dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?
They so right, you get stuck, go twice
Lit it up when I mics

mic precise, require sacrifice
That's no hassle, the got more loops than lassos
Y'all hear me? all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and women
Breakbeats and windmills on
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in you shine
That's right I get so hyped
I feel like diamond d the best on the mic
I aced this -- punchlines are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, skills you got a lotta
ain't 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 to you, and work the angles

Don't sleep on, I your knee torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to a century
Like centuries, one double-zero translate to
You kiddin me me? come wack not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, +misery+?
you're 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, from l.a. to
I heads from pomona out the bronx
Drop the needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, means I'm bubblin
Defari on the remix fix, shit is thunderin
Picture me fumblin or the ball
That's like picturin guy without that aaron hall

Well if a gets the best of me
Ain't no use in sniveling and the referee
Fuck that, I strip the mic tenacous d
Kick it up to evidence, yo it out to me
up the three, trifecta stroked properly
Rocca, I work the angles triple
The hip-hop real monopoly
My g is god, what's g for, geometry?
This man of war cold on the seashore
An deeo enough to take it to the sea
Every beat bangs like a c-4
We beats, why you asking what the beat for?
The fighter dilated entity
I'm learning shockers like shockra building
While barbershops sipping henny the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, that's word to b
guaranteed