Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

* also featured on and king tech's "this or that"

[a.g.]
it out now
I work the angles like, off the cushion in the
Electrifying a live 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 point like a killer, plus ready, to
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I rip it
Critics dig my style I write different, no hype
I just it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I shine like the ice I hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, 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, sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got more than lassos
Y'all me? they all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' the purpose
the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
Breakbeats and on concrete
Covered by cardboard, to skyline
line, in rhyme yo, put in time you shine
That's sometimes I get so hyped
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 your mixtape, yo it been 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 your knee torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild
Of energy, mentally fit to a century
Like centuries, one double-zero to victories
You kiddin me me? wack that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember
Lyrically skatin out of control
Work the angles 'round the globe, newark to south pole
It's so cold that mc's catch
I'm airborne, l.a. to barcelona
I rock heads pomona out the bronx
the sure needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that means I'm
Defari on the remix fix, shit is thunderin
Picture me or droppin the ball
That's like picturin guy that nigga aaron hall

Well if a brother the best of me
Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the
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 work the 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
Every single beat bangs a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking the beat for?
The spitfire dilated entity
I'm shockers like shockra building energy
barbershops sipping henny like the kennedy's
I'm been 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 never play with this
I to love h.e.r. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch
She's up to all the niggas with the chains and whips
But alright, because 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
Hotter than satan, the repeated violations
Xzibit work the angles, cordless to angels
How the west was won: with and turntables