Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

* featured 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 papers
Or keep it realer, and see me on a iron
On point like a killer, plus ready, to
Type gifted, the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my style I write different, no hype
I just kick it, low-lifes, wanna get it
I shine like the ice when I hold mics,
Got every dime, sayin this so nice, you know what?
They so right, you get stuck, I'll go
Lit it up when I mics

Show mic precise, sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got more loops lassos
Y'all me? they all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' defeats the
Since the beginning, by pot and attentive women
Breakbeats and windmills on
by cardboard, seafloor to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in you shine
That's right sometimes I get so
I feel like diamond d the best on the mic
I aced this -- most are tasteless
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 game have you drained and strangles
Don't go to them, let em come to you, and the angles

Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like
Liquid mc storm, children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to last a
Like centuries, one translate to victories
You kiddin me me? wack that's not my history
Kidnap the and break his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically skatin out of control
Work the angles the globe, from newark to south pole
so cold that mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock heads from pomona out the
Drop the sure needle contact, now me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that means I'm
Defari on the remix fix, shit is thunderin
me fumblin or droppin the ball
That's like picturin guy that 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!
Line up the three, trifecta properly
Rocca, I work the angles opticly
The multi-beat real monopoly
My g is god, your g for, geometry?
This man of war cold on the seashore
An deeo to take it to the sea floor
single beat bangs like a c-4
We drop beats, why you what the beat for?
The spitfire dilated entity
I'm learning shockers like building energy
While barbershops henny like the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, word to beni b
It's

Make t-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed
Naturally, me and my faculty never play this
I used to love h.e.r. too, but now I fucking hate the
She's sucking up to all the with the chains and whips
But that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the
And keep it moving, got a bad habit of my cool
Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and the whole corwd move
the exit, this be the next shit, we got you dilated
Hotter than satan, the repeated parole
Xzibit work the angles, to dirty angels
How the west was with microphones and turntables