Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

* also featured on sway and king "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 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, plus ready, to
Type gifted, the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my cause I write different, no hype
I just it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I shine like the ice I hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you what?
so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice
Lit it up when I blow

Show mic precise, require
That's no hassle, the master got more loops than
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, seafloor to
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you
That's sometimes I get so hyped
I feel like diamond d the producer on the mic
I aced this -- most punchlines are
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, with skills you got a
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it been hotta
The method in game they'll have you drained and strangles
go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles

Don't sleep on, I 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 double-zero to victories
You kiddin me me? come wack not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, +misery+?
Lyrically you're skatin out of
Work the 'round the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so cold that mc's pneumonia
I'm airborne, l.a. to barcelona
I rock from pomona out the bronx
Drop the sure needle contact, now me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that I'm bubblin
Defari on the remix fix, this shit is
Picture me fumblin or droppin the
That's like picturin guy without that aaron hall

Well if a gets the best of me
no use in sniveling and blaming the referee
Fuck that, I strip the mic with d
Kick it up to evidence, yo it out to me!
Line up the three, trifecta properly
Rocca, I work the triple opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat 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 beat like a c-4
We beats, why you asking what the beat for?
The spitfire dilated entity
I'm learning shockers like shockra building
barbershops sipping henny like the kennedy's
I'm always independent, that's word 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 h.e.r. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch
She's sucking up to all the niggas the chains and whips
But that's alright, all she do for me is pay the rent
And it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool
Acting a fool, out tools, and making the whole corwd move
Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you
Hotter satan, the repeated parole violations
Xzibit work the angles, cordless to angels
How the west was with microphones and turntables