Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

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

[a.g.]
it out now
I the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
Electrifying like a live
Hit em all flavors, yup
We to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers
Or it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillar
On point a killer, plus ready, to deliver
gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my cause I write different, no hype
I just kick it, low-lifes, wanna get it
I shine like the ice when I mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you know
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 loops than lassos
Y'all hear me? they all theories
Worthless, testing ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and women
Breakbeats and windmills on
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in you shine
That's right sometimes I get so
I feel like diamond d the producer on the mic
I aced this -- punchlines are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, with skills you got a
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been
The method in this game they'll have you and strangles
Don't go to them, let em come to you, and the angles

Don't sleep on, I leave your torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to a century
centuries, one double-zero translate to victories
You kiddin me me? wack that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, remember
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 needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that means I'm
Defari on the remix fix, this shit is
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 and blaming the referee
Fuck that, I strip the mic with d
it up to evidence, yo kick 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 beats on the seashore
An enough to take it to the sea floor
Every single beat like a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking what the for?
The spitfire fighter entity
I'm learning shockers like shockra building
While barbershops sipping henny the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, that's to beni b
It's

Make and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce 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
She's sucking up to all the with the chains and whips
But alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent
And keep it moving, got a bad habit of my cool
Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole move
Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you
Hotter than satan, the parole violations
Xzibit the angles, cordless to dirty angels
How the west was won: microphones and turntables