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 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, the mic right, or I might rip it
dig my style cause I write different, no hype
I kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I shine like the ice I hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you 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 lassos
Y'all hear me? all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like ev' defeats the purpose
the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
Breakbeats and windmills on
Covered by cardboard, to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you
That's right sometimes I get so
I like diamond d the best producer on the mic
I aced -- most punchlines are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, with you got a lotta
This ain't on 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, like
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 that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically you're out of control
Work the angles 'round the globe, from newark to pole
It's so that mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock heads 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, shit is thunderin
Picture me fumblin or the ball
That's like picturin guy without nigga aaron hall

Well if a brother the best of me
Ain't no use in and blaming 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 stroked
Rocca, I work the triple opticly
The multi-beat real monopoly
My g is god, what's your g for,
This man of war beats cold on the
An deeo enough to take it to the sea
Every single beat like a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking the beat for?
The spitfire dilated entity
I'm learning shockers shockra building energy
While sipping henny like the kennedy's
I'm been independent, that's word to beni b
guaranteed

Make t-shirts and slingshots, I khakis out, bounce to the weed spot
Naturally, me and my faculty never with this
I used to h.e.r. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch
sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips
But alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent
And keep it moving, got a bad of losing my cool
Acting a fool, out tools, and making the whole corwd move
Towards the exit, be the next shit, we got you dilated
than satan, the repeated parole violations
Xzibit the angles, cordless to dirty angels
How the was won: with microphones and turntables