Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

* also featured on sway and tech's "this or that"

[a.g.]
it out now
I the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
like a live 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 like a killer, plus ready, to deliver
Type gifted, 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 like the ice when I hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin this 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 got more loops than lassos
hear me? they all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' defeats the
the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
Breakbeats and windmills on
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in you shine
That's right I get so hyped
I feel like diamond d the best on the mic
I this -- most punchlines are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, with skills you got a
This on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta
The method in game they'll have you drained 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 kiddin me me? wack that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, +misery+?
you're skatin out of control
Work the angles 'round the globe, from to south pole
so cold that mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock heads from out the bronx
Drop the sure needle contact, now me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that means I'm
on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin
Picture me or droppin the ball
That's like picturin guy without nigga aaron hall

Well if a gets the best of me
Ain't no use in sniveling and 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 multi-beat real monopoly
My g is god, what's g for, geometry?
This man of war beats on the seashore
An deeo enough to it to the sea floor
Every single beat bangs a c-4
We drop beats, why you what the beat for?
The spitfire fighter entity
I'm shockers like shockra building energy
While barbershops sipping like the kennedy's
I'm been independent, that's word to beni b
guaranteed

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 the chains and whips
But alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent
And it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool
Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the corwd move
the exit, this be the next shit, we got you dilated
Hotter satan, the repeated parole violations
Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty
How the west was won: with microphones and