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 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 point like a killer, plus ready, to
gifted, treat 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 like the ice when 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 I blow mics

Show mic precise, sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got loops than lassos
Y'all me? they all conspiracy theories
Worthless, testing ev' defeats the purpose
the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
Breakbeats and on concrete
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to
Bottom line, in yo, put in time you shine
right sometimes I get so hyped
I feel like diamond d the producer on the mic
I aced this -- 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 game have you drained and strangles
Don't go to them, let em to you, and work the angles

Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like
Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild
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 wack and his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically you're skatin out of
Work the angles 'round the globe, from newark to pole
It's so cold that catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, l.a. to barcelona
I rock heads from out the bronx
the sure needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, means I'm bubblin
on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin
Picture me or droppin the ball
like picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall

Well if a brother the best of me
Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the
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 the angles triple opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat monopoly
My g is god, what's your g for,
This man of war cold on the seashore
An enough to take it to the sea floor
single beat bangs like a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking the beat for?
The spitfire dilated entity
I'm learning shockers like building energy
While sipping henny like the kennedy's
I'm always independent, that's word to beni b
guaranteed

Make t-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed
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 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 my cool
Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and the whole corwd move
Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you
Hotter than satan, the repeated violations
work the angles, cordless to dirty angels
How the west was won: with and turntables