Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

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

[a.g.]
it out now
I the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
Electrifying like a 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 a killer, plus ready, to deliver
gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my style cause I write different, no
I just kick it, low-lifes, wanna get it
I shine the ice when I hold mics, everytime
Got dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know what?
so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice
Lit it up when I mics

Show mic precise, require
no hassle, the master got more loops than lassos
Y'all hear me? they all theories
Worthless, like ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, by pot and attentive women
and windmills on concrete
Covered by cardboard, to skyline
line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine
That's right I get so hyped
I like diamond 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 ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda hotta
The method in this game they'll have you and strangles
Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the

Don't sleep on, I leave your torn, like sehorn
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
the wack and break his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically you're skatin out of
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 from out the bronx
Drop the sure needle contact, now me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that means I'm
Defari on the remix fix, this is thunderin
me fumblin or droppin the ball
That's like picturin guy without that aaron hall

Well if a brother gets the of me
Ain't no use in sniveling and the referee
Fuck that, I strip the mic with d
Kick it up to evidence, yo it out to me!
Line up the three, stroked properly
Rocca, I work the angles opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat monopoly
My g is god, your g for, geometry?
This man of war beats cold on the
An enough to take it to the sea floor
single beat bangs like a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking what the beat
The spitfire fighter dilated
I'm learning like shockra building energy
While barbershops sipping like the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, that's word to b
guaranteed

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