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 keep it realer, and see me on a caterpillar
On point a killer, plus ready, to deliver
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I rip it
dig my style cause I write different, no hype
I just it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I shine like the ice when I mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin this so nice, you know what?
They so right, you get stuck, I'll go
Lit it up when I mics

Show mic precise, sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got more than lassos
hear me? they all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' defeats the
Since the beginning, by pot and attentive women
Breakbeats and windmills on
Covered by cardboard, to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in you shine
That's sometimes I get so hyped
I feel like 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 drained and
Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the

Don't on, I leave your knee torn, like sehorn
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 wack not my history
Kidnap the wack and his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically you're skatin out of
Work the angles 'round the globe, from newark to pole
so cold 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, means I'm bubblin
Defari on the remix fix, this is thunderin
Picture me or droppin the ball
That's like picturin guy without nigga aaron hall

Well if a brother the best 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, trifecta properly
Rocca, I work the angles triple
The hip-hop multi-beat real
My g is god, what's g for, geometry?
This man of war beats cold on the
An deeo to take it to the sea floor
Every single beat bangs a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking what the beat
The fighter dilated entity
I'm learning shockers like building energy
While barbershops sipping henny like the
I'm always independent, that's word to beni b
guaranteed

Make t-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the spot
Naturally, me and my faculty never play this
I used to love h.e.r. too, but now I fucking the bitch
She's sucking up to all the niggas the chains and whips
But that's alright, all she do for me is pay the rent
And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my
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 parole violations
Xzibit work the angles, cordless to angels
How the west was won: with microphones and