Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

* also featured on sway and king "this or that"

[a.g.]
it out now
I the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
Electrifying a live socket
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 a killer, plus ready, to deliver
gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my style cause I write different, no
I just it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I shine like the ice I hold mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin this so nice, you know what?
They so right, you get stuck, go twice
Lit it up I blow 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' the purpose
Since the beginning, 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 feel like diamond d the best on the mic
I aced this -- most 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 game they'll you drained and strangles
Don't go to them, let em to you, and work the angles

Don't sleep on, I leave your torn, like sehorn
mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to last a
Like centuries, one double-zero translate to
You me me? come wack that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically you're out of control
Work the angles the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so that mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock heads from out the bronx
the sure needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that I'm bubblin
Defari on the remix fix, this shit is
Picture me 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
that, I strip the mic with tenacous d
Kick it up to evidence, yo it out to me!
Line up the three, trifecta properly
Rocca, I work the angles opticly
The hip-hop real monopoly
My g is god, what's g for, geometry?
This man of war beats cold on the
An deeo enough to take it to the sea
Every single beat bangs a c-4
We drop beats, why you what the beat for?
The fighter dilated entity
I'm learning shockers like shockra building
While sipping henny like the kennedy's
I'm always independent, that's 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 with
I used to love h.e.r. too, but now I fucking the bitch
She's sucking up to all the with the chains and whips
But that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the
And keep it moving, got a bad habit of my cool
Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the corwd move
Towards the exit, this be the shit, we got you dilated
than satan, the repeated parole violations
Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty
How the west was with microphones and turntables