Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

* also featured on sway and king "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 neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin
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 just it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I shine like the ice I hold mics, everytime
Got dime, sayin this nigga 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 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
by cardboard, seafloor to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in you shine
That's right I get so hyped
I feel diamond d the best producer on the mic
I aced this -- punchlines are tasteless
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, with you got a lotta
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda hotta
The method in this game they'll have you and strangles
go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles

Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like
mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to last a
Like centuries, one double-zero to victories
You kiddin me me? come wack not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, +misery+?
Lyrically you're out of control
Work the angles the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so cold mc's catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock heads from pomona out the
Drop the needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, means I'm bubblin
Defari on the remix fix, shit is thunderin
Picture me fumblin or droppin the
That's like picturin guy that nigga aaron hall

Well if a gets the best of me
Ain't no use in sniveling and blaming the
Fuck that, I the mic with tenacous d
it up to evidence, yo kick it out to me!
Line up the three, stroked properly
Rocca, I work the triple opticly
The hip-hop multi-beat real
My g is god, what's g for, geometry?
man of war beats cold on the seashore
An enough to take it to the sea floor
single beat bangs like a c-4
We drop beats, why you what the beat for?
The fighter dilated entity
I'm shockers like shockra building energy
While barbershops henny like the kennedy's
I'm been independent, that's word to beni b
guaranteed

Make t-shirts and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the spot
Naturally, me and my faculty never play this
I used to love h.e.r. too, but now I hate the bitch
sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and whips
But alright, because 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 the whole corwd move
Towards the exit, be the next shit, we got you dilated
Hotter satan, the repeated parole violations
work the angles, cordless to dirty angels
How the west was won: with microphones and