Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

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

[a.g.]
it out now
I work the angles like, off the cushion in the
Electrifying a live socket
Hit em all flavors, yup
We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm papers
Or keep it realer, and see me on a caterpillar
On point a killer, plus ready, to deliver
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I rip it
Critics dig my style cause I write different, no
I just kick it, low-lifes, they get it
I shine like the ice when I mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin nigga so nice, you know what?
They so right, you get stuck, go twice
Lit it up when I blow

Show mic precise, require
That's no hassle, the master got more loops than
Y'all me? they all conspiracy theories
Worthless, testing ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and women
Breakbeats and on concrete
by cardboard, seafloor to skyline
Bottom line, in yo, put in time you shine
That's right sometimes I get so
I feel like d the best producer on the mic
I aced this -- most punchlines are
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, with you got a lotta
This on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta
The method in this game they'll 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, sehorn
mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to last a
Like centuries, one translate 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
the angles 'round the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so cold that catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, l.a. to barcelona
I rock heads from pomona out the
Drop the needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that I'm bubblin
on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin
Picture me fumblin or the ball
That's like picturin guy without nigga aaron hall

Well if a brother gets the of me
Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the
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 cold on the
An deeo to take it to the sea floor
Every single beat bangs a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking what the for?
The spitfire dilated entity
I'm learning like shockra building energy
While barbershops sipping like the kennedy's
I'm always independent, that's word to beni b
It's

Make t-shirts and slingshots, I bust out, bounce to the weed spot
Naturally, me and my faculty play with this
I to love h.e.r. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch
She's sucking up to all the niggas with the and whips
But alright, because 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 making the whole move
Towards the exit, this be the shit, we got you dilated
Hotter satan, the repeated parole violations
Xzibit work the angles, to dirty angels
How the west was won: microphones and turntables