Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

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

[a.g.]
it out now
I work the angles like, off the cushion in the
like a live socket
Hit em all flavors, yup
We to be neighbords with 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, wanna get it
I shine the ice when I hold mics, everytime
Got dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?
They so right, you get stuck, go twice
Lit it up I blow mics

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

Don't on, I leave your knee torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to a century
Like centuries, one translate to victories
You kiddin me me? come that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, +misery+?
Lyrically skatin out of control
Work the angles 'round the globe, newark to south pole
so cold that mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, l.a. to barcelona
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 the ball
That's like guy without that nigga aaron hall

Well if a brother gets the of me
no use in sniveling and blaming the referee
Fuck that, I 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 triple
The hip-hop multi-beat monopoly
My g is god, your g for, geometry?
man of war beats cold on the seashore
An enough to take it to the sea floor
Every single beat like a c-4
We drop beats, why you what the beat for?
The spitfire fighter dilated
I'm shockers like shockra building energy
While barbershops sipping like the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, that's word to 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 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, 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 corwd move
Towards the exit, be the next shit, we got you dilated
Hotter than satan, the parole violations
Xzibit work the angles, cordless to angels
How the west was with microphones and turntables