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 like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
like a live socket
Hit em all flavors, yup
We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin
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, they get it
I shine the ice when I hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, this nigga so nice, you know what?
They so right, you get stuck, go twice
Lit it up when I blow

Show mic precise, sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got more loops than
Y'all me? they all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' defeats the
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive
Breakbeats and on concrete
Covered by cardboard, to skyline
line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine
That's right sometimes I get so
I like diamond d the best producer 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 game they'll have 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, like
Liquid mc storm, like of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, fit to last a century
centuries, one double-zero translate to victories
You kiddin me me? come wack that's not my
Kidnap the wack and his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically you're skatin out of
the angles 'round the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so cold mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock heads pomona out the bronx
the sure needle 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 droppin the
like picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall

Well if a brother the best of me
Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the
Fuck that, I strip the mic tenacous d
it up to evidence, yo kick it out to me!
Line up the three, trifecta properly
Rocca, I work the angles triple
The hip-hop multi-beat monopoly
My g is god, what's g for, geometry?
man of war beats cold on the seashore
An enough to take it to the sea floor
single beat bangs like a c-4
We drop beats, why you what the beat for?
The spitfire fighter entity
I'm learning like shockra building energy
While barbershops sipping henny like the
I'm been independent, that's word to beni b
guaranteed

Make t-shirts and slingshots, I khakis out, bounce to the weed spot
Naturally, me and my never play with this
I used to love h.e.r. too, but now I fucking hate the
sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips
But alright, because 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 making the corwd move
Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you
Hotter than satan, the repeated parole
Xzibit work the angles, to dirty angels
How the was won: with microphones and turntables