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 socket
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 caterpillar
On like a killer, plus ready, to deliver
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I 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 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 than lassos
Y'all hear me? all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' the purpose
Since the beginning, by pot and attentive women
Breakbeats and windmills on
Covered by cardboard, to skyline
line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine
That's right sometimes I get so
I feel diamond d the best producer on the mic
I this -- 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 this game have you drained and strangles
Don't go to them, let em come to you, and the angles

Don't sleep on, I leave your torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild
Of energy, fit to last a century
Like centuries, one double-zero to victories
You me me? come wack that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, +misery+?
Lyrically skatin out of control
Work the angles 'round the globe, from newark to south
so cold that mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, l.a. to barcelona
I rock heads from out the bronx
Drop the sure needle contact, now me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that means I'm
Defari on the remix fix, this shit is
me fumblin or droppin the ball
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 strip the mic tenacous d
Kick it up to evidence, yo it out to me!
up the three, trifecta stroked properly
Rocca, I work the angles opticly
The multi-beat real monopoly
My g is god, your g for, geometry?
This man of war beats cold on the
An deeo to take it to the sea floor
Every single bangs like a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking what the for?
The spitfire dilated entity
I'm learning like shockra building energy
While sipping henny like the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, 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 to love h.e.r. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch
She's sucking up to all the niggas with the 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
Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the corwd move
Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you
than satan, the repeated parole violations
Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty
How the was won: with microphones and turntables