Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

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

[a.g.]
it out now
I the angles like, off the cushion in the sidepocket
Electrifying like a live
Hit em all flavors, yup
We to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin papers
Or keep it realer, and see me on a iron
On point like a killer, ready, to deliver
gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my cause I write different, no hype
I just it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I like the ice when 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 when I mics

Show mic precise, require
That's no hassle, the master got more loops than
Y'all hear me? all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' defeats the
the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
Breakbeats and on concrete
Covered by cardboard, to skyline
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you
That's right sometimes I get so
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 skills you got a
This on your mixtape, yo it coulda been hotta
The method in this game they'll have you and strangles
Don't go to them, let em to you, and work the angles

Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like
Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn, a freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to last a
Like centuries, one double-zero translate to
You kiddin me me? come wack that's not my
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, +misery+?
Lyrically you're skatin out of
Work the angles 'round the globe, from newark to south
It's so cold that mc's catch
I'm airborne, from l.a. to
I rock heads pomona out the bronx
Drop the needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that I'm bubblin
Defari on the remix fix, shit is thunderin
Picture me or droppin the ball
That's like picturin guy without that nigga aaron

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
Kick it up to evidence, yo it out to me!
up the three, trifecta stroked properly
Rocca, I work the triple opticly
The hip-hop real monopoly
My g is god, your g for, geometry?
man of war beats cold on the seashore
An deeo enough to it to the sea floor
Every single bangs like a c-4
We drop beats, why you asking what the for?
The fighter dilated entity
I'm learning shockers like building energy
While barbershops sipping like the kennedy's
I'm always been independent, word to beni 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 to love h.e.r. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch
She's up to all the niggas with the chains and whips
But that's alright, because all she do for me is pay the
And it moving, got a bad habit of losing my cool
Acting a fool, breaking out tools, and making the whole move
Towards the exit, this be the shit, we got you dilated
Hotter satan, the repeated parole violations
Xzibit work the angles, cordless to dirty
How the west was won: with microphones and