Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

it out now
I work the angles like, off the cushion in the
Electrifying like a socket
Hit em all flavors, yup
We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin
Or it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillar
On point like a killer, plus ready, to
gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my style I write different, no hype
I just it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I like 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

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

Don't sleep on, I your knee 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? wack that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically skatin out of control
the angles 'round the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so cold that mc's catch
I'm airborne, l.a. to barcelona
I rock from pomona out the bronx
Drop the sure contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that I'm bubblin
Defari on the fix, this shit is thunderin
Picture me fumblin or the ball
That's picturin guy without that 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 the angles triple opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat monopoly
My g is god, what's your g for,
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 shockra building energy
While barbershops henny like the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, word to beni b
guaranteed