Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

* also featured on sway and king "this or that"

[a.g.]
it out now
I work the like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
Electrifying a live 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 iron
On point 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 I hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know
They so right, you get stuck, I'll go
Lit it up when I blow

Show mic precise, sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got more loops than
Y'all hear me? they all conspiracy
Worthless, like testing ev' defeats the
the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
Breakbeats and on concrete
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to
line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine
That's sometimes I get so hyped
I feel diamond d the best producer on the mic
I this -- most punchlines are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, with skills you got a
This ain't on mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta
The method in this they'll have 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, like children of the corn, a freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to a century
Like centuries, one double-zero to victories
You kiddin me me? come that's not my history
Kidnap the and break his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically you're skatin out of
the angles 'round the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so that mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, l.a. to barcelona
I rock heads from pomona out the
the sure needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, means I'm bubblin
Defari on the fix, this shit is thunderin
me fumblin or droppin the ball
That's like picturin guy without that nigga hall

Well if a brother gets the of me
Ain't no use in sniveling and the referee
Fuck that, I the mic with tenacous d
Kick it up to evidence, yo it out to me!
Line up the three, trifecta properly
Rocca, I work the angles opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat real
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 what the beat for?
The fighter dilated entity
I'm learning like shockra building energy
While barbershops sipping like the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, that's to beni b
It's

Make t-shirts and slingshots, I khakis out, bounce to the weed spot
Naturally, me and my never play with this
I used to love h.e.r. too, but now I hate the bitch
She's up to all the niggas with the chains 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
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 repeated parole
Xzibit the angles, cordless to dirty angels
How the west was won: microphones and turntables