Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

* also featured on sway and tech's "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 talkin
Or it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillar
On point like a killer, ready, to deliver
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I rip it
Critics dig my style cause I different, no hype
I just kick it, low-lifes, wanna get it
I like the ice when I hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know
so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice
Lit it up when I blow

Show mic precise, require
That's no hassle, the master got more loops 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
by cardboard, seafloor to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you
That's sometimes I get so hyped
I like diamond d the best producer on the mic
I aced this -- punchlines are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, skills you got a lotta
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it been hotta
The in this game they'll have you drained 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, like children of the corn, a freeform
Of energy, fit to last a century
Like centuries, one double-zero to victories
You kiddin me me? come wack that's not my
Kidnap the wack and his ankles, remember +misery+?
you're skatin out of control
Work the angles 'round the globe, from newark to pole
It's so cold mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, l.a. to barcelona
I rock heads pomona out the bronx
Drop the sure contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that I'm bubblin
Defari on the remix fix, shit is thunderin
Picture me fumblin or droppin the
That's like picturin guy without that nigga 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, stroked properly
Rocca, I work the triple opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat monopoly
My g is god, what's g for, geometry?
man of war beats cold on the seashore
An enough to take it to the sea floor
single beat bangs like a c-4
We beats, why you asking what the beat for?
The spitfire fighter dilated
I'm learning shockers like shockra building
While barbershops sipping henny like the
I'm always been independent, word to beni b
guaranteed

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