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 like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
Electrifying like a live
Hit em all flavors, yup
We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm papers
Or it realer, and see me on a iron caterpillar
On point like a killer, ready, to deliver
gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my style cause I different, no hype
I just it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I shine like the ice when I hold mics,
Got every dime, sayin this nigga so nice, you what?
They so right, you get stuck, I'll go
Lit it up when I blow

Show mic precise, require
That's no hassle, the master got more loops lassos
Y'all hear me? all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and women
Breakbeats and on concrete
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 -- most are tasteless
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
Don't go to them, let em to you, and work the angles

Don't on, I leave your knee torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to a century
centuries, one double-zero translate to victories
You kiddin me me? come wack not my history
the wack and break his ankles, remember +misery+?
Lyrically you're out of control
Work the 'round the globe, from newark to south pole
It's so cold that catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock from pomona out the bronx
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 or droppin the ball
That's like picturin guy without nigga aaron hall

Well if a brother gets the 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 multi-beat real monopoly
My g is god, your g for, geometry?
This man of war cold on the seashore
An deeo enough to take it to the sea
Every single beat like a c-4
We beats, why you asking what the beat for?
The spitfire dilated entity
I'm learning shockers like building energy
While barbershops sipping henny like the
I'm always been independent, that's word to b
It's

Make t-shirts and slingshots, I bust 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 hate the
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 of losing my cool
Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole corwd
Towards the exit, this be the next shit, we got you
Hotter than satan, the repeated violations
Xzibit the angles, cordless to dirty angels
How the west was won: with microphones and