Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

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

[a.g.]
it out now
I the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
like a live socket
Hit em all flavors, yup
We tryin to be neighbords pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers
Or it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillar
On point like a killer, ready, to deliver
Type gifted, the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my style I write different, no hype
I just kick it, low-lifes, they get it
I shine like the ice when I hold mics,
Got every dime, sayin this so nice, you know what?
They so right, you get stuck, I'll go
Lit it up when I mics

Show mic precise, require
That's no hassle, the master got more loops than
Y'all hear me? they all conspiracy
Worthless, testing ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive
and windmills on concrete
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you
That's sometimes I get so hyped
I feel like diamond d the 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 your mixtape, yo it been hotta
The method in this game they'll you drained and strangles
Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the

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

Well if a gets the best of me
no use in sniveling and blaming the referee
Fuck that, I strip the mic tenacous d
it up to evidence, yo kick it out to me!
Line up the three, stroked properly
Rocca, I the angles triple opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat real
My g is god, what's your g for,
This man of war beats cold on the
An deeo enough to it to the sea floor
Every single beat bangs a c-4
We drop beats, why you what the beat for?
The fighter dilated entity
I'm learning shockers like shockra energy
While barbershops sipping like the kennedy's
I'm been independent, that's word to beni b
guaranteed

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