Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

* also 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 live
Hit em all flavors, yup
We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin
Or it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillar
On point like a killer, plus ready, to
gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my style cause I different, no hype
I just kick it, low-lifes, wanna get it
I shine like the ice when I 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 lassos
Y'all hear me? all conspiracy theories
Worthless, testing ev' defeats the purpose
the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
Breakbeats and on concrete
Covered by cardboard, to skyline
Bottom line, in yo, put in time you shine
That's sometimes I get so hyped
I like diamond d the best producer on the mic
I aced this -- most punchlines are
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, skills you got a lotta
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been
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 torn, like sehorn
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 break his ankles, +misery+?
Lyrically skatin out of control
Work the angles 'round the globe, from newark to pole
It's so cold that mc's pneumonia
I'm airborne, l.a. to barcelona
I rock heads pomona out the bronx
Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me
Dj's, you jugglin, means I'm bubblin
Defari on the remix fix, this shit is
Picture me fumblin or the ball
That's like picturin guy without that nigga aaron

Well if a brother the best of me
Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the
Fuck that, I strip the mic with d
it up to evidence, yo kick 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, what's your g for,
This man of war beats on the seashore
An enough to take it to the sea floor
Every single beat bangs a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking what the for?
The fighter dilated entity
I'm learning shockers shockra building energy
While barbershops sipping henny like the
I'm been 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 faculty play 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 alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent
And keep it moving, got a bad habit of my cool
a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd move
Towards the exit, this be the shit, we got you dilated
than satan, the repeated parole violations
Xzibit work the angles, cordless to angels
How the west was won: with and turntables