Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

it out now
I work the like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
Electrifying like a live
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 caterpillar
On point a killer, plus ready, to deliver
gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my style cause I 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 this nigga so nice, you what?
They so right, you get stuck, go twice
Lit it up when I blow

mic precise, require sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got loops than lassos
Y'all hear me? they all theories
Worthless, like ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and women
Breakbeats and on concrete
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in you shine
That's sometimes I get so hyped
I feel like d the best producer on the mic
I aced this -- punchlines are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, with you got a lotta
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it been hotta
The method in this game have you drained and strangles
Don't go to them, let em come to you, and the angles

Don't sleep on, I your knee torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to last a
Like centuries, one double-zero to victories
You kiddin me me? wack that's not my history
the wack and break his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically skatin out of control
Work the 'round the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so cold that catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock heads from pomona out the
the sure needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that means I'm
on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin
Picture me or droppin the ball
That's like picturin guy without nigga aaron hall

Well if a brother gets the of me
Ain't no use in and blaming the referee
that, I strip the mic with tenacous d
Kick it up to evidence, yo it out to me
Line up the three, trifecta stroked
Rocca, I work the angles opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat real
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 beat bangs a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking what the beat
The spitfire dilated entity
I'm learning shockers like shockra building
While barbershops sipping henny like the
I'm always been independent, word to beni b
guaranteed