Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

it out now
I the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
like a live socket
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
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 nigga so nice, you what?
They so right, you get stuck, go twice
Lit it up I blow mics

Show mic precise, sacrifice
That's no hassle, the got more loops than lassos
hear me? they all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive
and windmills on concrete
Covered by cardboard, to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you
That's sometimes I get so hyped
I feel like d the best producer on the mic
I aced this -- most punchlines are
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, skills you got a lotta
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda been
The in this game they'll have you drained and strangles
go to them, let em come to you, and work 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 last a
Like centuries, one double-zero to victories
You me me? come wack that's not my history
Kidnap the and break his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically you're skatin out of
Work the angles the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so cold that mc's pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock heads pomona out the bronx
Drop the sure 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 gets the best of me
Ain't no use in and blaming the referee
Fuck that, I strip the mic tenacous d
Kick it up to evidence, yo it out to me
Line up the three, trifecta stroked
Rocca, I work the angles opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat real
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
Every single bangs like a c-4
We drop beats, why you what the beat for?
The fighter dilated entity
I'm learning shockers shockra building energy
While barbershops henny like the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, that's to beni b
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