Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

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

[a.g.]
it out now
I work the angles like, off the cushion in the
Electrifying like a 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 like a killer, plus ready, to deliver
gifted, treat the mic right, or I might 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 hold mics,
Got dime, sayin 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 more loops than
Y'all me? they all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, by pot and attentive women
and windmills on concrete
Covered by cardboard, to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you
right sometimes I get so hyped
I feel like diamond d the best 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 in this game they'll have you drained and strangles
Don't go to them, let em to you, and work the angles

Don't sleep on, I leave knee torn, like sehorn
mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to last a
centuries, one double-zero translate to victories
You kiddin me me? come that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically you're out of control
Work the angles 'round the globe, newark to south pole
It's so cold that mc's pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock heads from pomona out the
Drop the sure contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, means I'm bubblin
Defari on the fix, this shit is thunderin
Picture me fumblin or the ball
That's picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall

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

Make and slingshots, I bust khakis out, bounce to the weed spot
Naturally, me and my faculty never play this
I used to love h.e.r. too, but now I fucking 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 making the corwd move
Towards the exit, this be the shit, we got you dilated
Hotter than satan, the repeated parole
work the angles, cordless to dirty angels
How the west was with microphones and turntables