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 in the sidepocket
Electrifying like a live
Hit em all flavors, yup
We tryin to be with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers
Or keep it realer, and see me on a caterpillar
On point like a killer, ready, to deliver
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I rip it
Critics dig my style I write different, no hype
I just kick it, low-lifes, they get it
I shine like the ice when I mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you what?
They so right, you get stuck, I'll go
Lit it up when I blow

Show mic precise, sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got more than lassos
Y'all hear me? they all theories
Worthless, like testing ev' defeats the
the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
Breakbeats and windmills on
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you
That's sometimes I get so hyped
I feel like diamond d the 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 mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta
The method in this 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 knee torn, like
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? come that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, +misery+?
Lyrically you're skatin out of
Work the angles the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so cold that mc's catch
I'm airborne, l.a. to barcelona
I rock from 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, this is thunderin
me fumblin or droppin the ball
That's like picturin guy without nigga aaron hall

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

Make t-shirts and slingshots, I bust out, bounce to the weed spot
Naturally, me and my faculty never play this
I used to h.e.r. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch
She's 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, be the next shit, we got you dilated
Hotter than satan, the repeated parole
Xzibit the angles, cordless to dirty angels
How the west was won: microphones and turntables