Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

* also on sway 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 neighbords pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers
Or it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillar
On point like a killer, plus ready, to
Type gifted, the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my style cause I different, no hype
I kick 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, go twice
Lit it up I blow mics

Show mic precise, require
That's no hassle, the master got more loops than
Y'all hear me? they all conspiracy
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 you shine
That's right sometimes I get so
I feel like d the best producer on the mic
I aced this -- most punchlines are
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, with skills you got a
ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta
The in this game they'll have you drained and strangles
Don't go to them, let em come to you, and the angles

Don't sleep on, I your knee torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to a century
Like centuries, one double-zero to victories
You kiddin me me? wack that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and his ankles, remember +misery+?
you're skatin out of control
Work the angles the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so that mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, l.a. to barcelona
I rock heads from out the bronx
the sure needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, means I'm bubblin
Defari on the remix fix, shit is thunderin
me fumblin or droppin the ball
That's like picturin guy without that aaron hall

Well if a gets the best of me
Ain't no use in and blaming the referee
Fuck that, I strip the mic tenacous 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 multi-beat real
My g is god, what's your g for,
man of war beats cold on the seashore
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 spitfire fighter entity
I'm learning shockers shockra building energy
While barbershops sipping henny like the
I'm always been independent, that's word to b
It's

Make t-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, 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
sucking 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, this be the shit, we got you dilated
than satan, the repeated parole violations
Xzibit work the angles, cordless to angels
How the was won: with microphones and turntables