Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

* also featured on sway and king "this or that"

[a.g.]
it out now
I work the angles like, off the cushion in the
Electrifying like a socket
Hit em all flavors, yup
We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm papers
Or it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillar
On like 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 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 master got more than lassos
Y'all me? they all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' defeats the
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and women
Breakbeats and on concrete
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you
That's right I get so hyped
I feel like diamond d the best on the mic
I aced this -- most are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, with skills you got a
This ain't on 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 on, I leave your knee torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild
Of energy, fit to last a century
Like centuries, one double-zero translate to
You kiddin me me? come wack that's not my
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember
Lyrically skatin out of control
Work the angles 'round the globe, from newark to south
It's so cold that catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock from pomona out the bronx
Drop the sure needle contact, now me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, means I'm bubblin
Defari on the fix, this shit is thunderin
Picture me fumblin or the ball
That's picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall

Well if a gets the best 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 stroked
Rocca, I work the angles opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat real
My g is god, what's your g for,
This man of war cold on the seashore
An deeo enough to it to the sea floor
single beat bangs like a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking what the beat
The spitfire dilated entity
I'm learning shockers shockra building energy
While barbershops sipping henny the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, that's word to b
It's

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 corwd
Towards the exit, be the next shit, we got you dilated
Hotter satan, the repeated parole violations
Xzibit work the angles, cordless to angels
How the west was with microphones and turntables