Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

* also featured on sway and tech's "this or that"

[a.g.]
it out now
I work the 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 it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillar
On point like a killer, plus ready, to
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I rip it
Critics dig my style cause I write different, no
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, I'll go
Lit it up I blow mics

Show mic precise, sacrifice
That's no hassle, the master got more loops than
Y'all hear me? they all theories
Worthless, like testing ev' defeats the
the beginning, intrigued 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 d the best producer on the mic
I this -- most punchlines are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, skills you got a lotta
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it been hotta
The method in this they'll have you drained and strangles
go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles

Don't sleep on, I leave your torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a freeform
Of energy, fit to last a century
Like centuries, one translate to victories
You kiddin me me? wack that's not my history
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, l.a. to barcelona
I heads from pomona out the bronx
Drop the sure needle contact, now me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, means I'm bubblin
on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin
Picture me fumblin or droppin the
That's picturin 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 the mic with tenacous d
Kick it up to evidence, yo it out to me!
Line up the three, trifecta stroked
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 enough to take it to the sea floor
Every single beat like a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking the beat for?
The spitfire dilated entity
I'm learning shockers like shockra energy
While sipping henny like the kennedy's
I'm always independent, that's word to beni b
guaranteed

Make t-shirts and slingshots, I bust out, bounce to the weed spot
Naturally, me and my never play with this
I used to love h.e.r. too, but now I hate the bitch
She's sucking up to all the niggas the chains and whips
But that's alright, all she do for me is pay the rent
And keep it moving, got a bad habit of losing my
Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd
Towards the exit, this be the shit, we got you dilated
Hotter than satan, the parole violations
work the angles, cordless to dirty angels
How the west was won: microphones and turntables