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 to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers
Or keep it realer, and see me on a iron
On point a killer, plus ready, to deliver
Type gifted, the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my style I write different, no hype
I kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I shine the ice when I hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know
They so right, you get stuck, go twice
Lit it up when I blow

Show mic precise, require
That's no hassle, the master got loops than lassos
Y'all me? they all conspiracy 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 like diamond d the best producer on the mic
I aced this -- most punchlines are
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, with skills you got a
This ain't on mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta
The method in this game they'll you drained and strangles
go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles

Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a freeform
Of energy, fit to last a century
centuries, one double-zero translate to victories
You kiddin me me? come wack not my history
Kidnap the and break his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically skatin out of control
Work the 'round the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so that mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I heads from pomona out the bronx
Drop the sure contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that I'm bubblin
on the remix fix, this 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 blaming the
Fuck that, I the mic with tenacous d
Kick it up to evidence, yo it out to me
Line up the three, trifecta properly
Rocca, I work the triple opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat monopoly
My g is god, what's g for, geometry?
This man of war beats cold on the
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 spitfire fighter entity
I'm learning shockers like shockra energy
While barbershops sipping henny the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, that's word to b
guaranteed