Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

* featured 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 neighbords pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers
Or keep it realer, and see me on a caterpillar
On point like a killer, ready, to deliver
Type gifted, the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my cause I write different, no hype
I kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I shine like the ice I hold mics, everytime
Got dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?
so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice
Lit it up when I mics

Show mic precise, require
That's no hassle, the master got more loops lassos
hear me? they all conspiracy theories
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 yo, put in time you shine
That's sometimes I get so hyped
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 you got a lotta
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been
The method in this game they'll have you and strangles
Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the

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

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!
up the three, trifecta stroked properly
Rocca, I the angles triple opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat monopoly
My g is god, what's your g for,
man of war beats cold on the seashore
An deeo enough to take it to the sea
Every beat bangs like a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking what the for?
The fighter dilated entity
I'm learning like shockra building energy
While barbershops sipping henny the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, that's to beni b
It's

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