Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

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

[a.g.]
it out now
I work the like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
Electrifying like a live
Hit em all flavors, yup
We tryin to be with 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, treat the mic right, or I rip it
Critics dig my style cause I write different, no
I just kick it, low-lifes, they get it
I shine like the ice 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 mics

Show mic precise, sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got more than lassos
hear me? they all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' the purpose
Since the beginning, by pot and attentive women
and windmills on concrete
Covered by cardboard, to skyline
Bottom line, in yo, put in time you shine
That's right I get so hyped
I feel diamond d the best producer on the mic
I aced this -- most punchlines are
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, skills you got a lotta
This ain't on mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta
The method in this game they'll have you drained and
Don't go to them, let em to you, and work the angles

Don't sleep on, I leave your torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, fit to last a century
Like centuries, one translate to victories
You kiddin me me? come wack not my history
Kidnap the and break his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically you're skatin out of
Work the angles 'round the globe, from newark to south
so cold that mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock heads from pomona out the
Drop the needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that means I'm
on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin
Picture me fumblin or the ball
That's like picturin guy without that nigga aaron

Well if a brother the best of me
Ain't no use in and blaming the referee
that, I strip the mic with tenacous d
Kick it up to evidence, yo it out to me!
Line up the three, stroked properly
Rocca, I work the angles opticly
The multi-beat real monopoly
My g is god, what's g for, geometry?
man of war beats 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 spitfire fighter entity
I'm learning shockers shockra building energy
While barbershops henny like the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, that's to beni b
guaranteed

Make and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot
Naturally, me and my faculty play with this
I used to love h.e.r. too, but now I fucking the bitch
She's up to all the niggas with the chains and whips
But that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the
And it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool
a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move
Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you
Hotter than satan, the parole violations
Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty
How the west was won: microphones and turntables