Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

it out now
I the angles 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 caterpillar
On point like a killer, plus ready, to
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I rip it
Critics dig my cause I write different, no hype
I just kick it, low-lifes, wanna get it
I like the ice when I hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know
They so right, you get stuck, I'll go
Lit it up when I blow

Show mic precise, sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got more loops than
Y'all hear me? all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' defeats the
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and women
Breakbeats and windmills on
Covered by cardboard, to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in you shine
That's right sometimes I get so
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 game have you drained and strangles
go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles

Don't sleep on, I leave your torn, like sehorn
mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to last a
Like centuries, one double-zero to victories
You kiddin me me? come wack not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, +misery+?
Lyrically you're out of control
Work the angles 'round the globe, from to south pole
It's so cold that mc's catch
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock heads 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, this is thunderin
Picture me or droppin the ball
That's like picturin guy without nigga aaron hall

Well if a brother 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
Line up the three, stroked properly
Rocca, I work the triple opticly
The hip-hop real monopoly
My g is god, your g for, geometry?
This man of war cold on the seashore
An deeo enough to take it to the sea
Every single bangs like a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking what the beat
The spitfire fighter entity
I'm learning shockers like shockra energy
barbershops sipping henny like the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, that's word to b
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