Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

* also on sway and king tech's "this or that"

[a.g.]
it out now
I work the angles like, off the in the sidepocket
Electrifying like a live
Hit em all flavors, yup
We tryin to be neighbords pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers
Or keep it realer, and see me on a iron
On like a killer, plus ready, to deliver
Type gifted, the mic right, or I might rip it
dig my style 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 so nice, you know what?
so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice
Lit it up when I blow

Show mic precise, sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got more loops lassos
Y'all hear me? they all theories
Worthless, testing ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and women
Breakbeats and on concrete
by cardboard, seafloor to skyline
Bottom line, in yo, put in time you shine
That's right 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, skills you got a lotta
This 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 come to you, and work the

Don't on, I leave your knee torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild
Of energy, mentally fit to a century
centuries, one double-zero translate to victories
You kiddin me me? come that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember
you're skatin out of control
Work the angles the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so cold that mc's pneumonia
I'm airborne, l.a. to barcelona
I heads from pomona out the bronx
the sure needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that I'm bubblin
Defari on the remix fix, this shit is
Picture me fumblin or droppin the
That's like picturin guy without nigga aaron hall

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

Make t-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the spot
Naturally, me and my never play with this
I used to h.e.r. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch
She's sucking up to all the niggas the chains and whips
But that's alright, all she do for me is pay the rent
And it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool
Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and the whole corwd move
Towards the exit, be the next shit, we got you dilated
than satan, the repeated parole violations
Xzibit work the angles, to dirty angels
How the was won: with microphones and turntables