Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

* also on sway and king 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 tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin
Or keep it realer, and see me on a 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 kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I shine like the ice when I hold mics,
Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know
They so right, you get stuck, go twice
Lit it up when I mics

Show mic precise, sacrifice
That's no hassle, the got more loops than lassos
Y'all me? they all conspiracy theories
Worthless, testing ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, by pot and attentive women
and windmills on concrete
Covered by cardboard, to skyline
Bottom line, in yo, put in time you shine
right sometimes I get so hyped
I feel diamond d the best producer on the mic
I aced -- most punchlines are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, skills you got a lotta
ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta
The method in this game they'll have you drained and
Don't go to them, let em come to you, and the angles

Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild
Of energy, mentally fit to a century
Like centuries, one translate to victories
You kiddin me me? come wack not my history
Kidnap the wack and his ankles, remember +misery+?
you're skatin out of control
Work the angles 'round the globe, from to south pole
It's so cold mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I heads from pomona out the bronx
Drop the sure contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, means I'm bubblin
Defari on the remix fix, this shit is
Picture me fumblin or droppin the
That's like guy without that nigga aaron hall

Well if a brother gets the of me
no use in sniveling and blaming the referee
Fuck that, I strip the mic 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 real monopoly
My g is god, your g for, geometry?
This man of war cold on the seashore
An deeo enough to take it to the sea
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 shockra building
While barbershops sipping like the kennedy's
I'm always 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 fucking hate the
She's sucking up to all the niggas with the and whips
But that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the
And it moving, got a bad habit of losing 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 was won: with microphones and turntables