Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

it out now
I work the angles like, off the cushion in the
Electrifying like a live
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 iron
On like a killer, plus ready, to deliver
gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my cause I write different, no hype
I just kick it, low-lifes, wanna get it
I shine like the ice when I mics, everytime
Got every dime, this nigga so nice, you know what?
They so right, you get stuck, I'll go
Lit it up I blow mics

Show mic precise, sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got loops than lassos
Y'all hear me? they all conspiracy
Worthless, like testing ev' the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive
Breakbeats and windmills on
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you
That's right I get so hyped
I like diamond 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 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

sleep on, I leave 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 kiddin me me? come wack that's not my
the wack and break his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically you're skatin out of
Work the angles 'round the globe, from newark to pole
It's so cold that catch 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
on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin
Picture me fumblin or droppin the
That's like guy without that nigga aaron hall

Well if a brother gets the 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
up the three, trifecta stroked properly
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 cold on the seashore
An deeo enough to take it to the sea
single beat bangs like a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking what the for?
The spitfire dilated entity
I'm learning like shockra building energy
While barbershops henny like the kennedy's
I'm been independent, that's word to beni b
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