Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

* also featured on 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 caterpillar
On point like a killer, plus ready, to
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I rip it
dig my style cause I write different, no hype
I kick it, low-lifes, they wanna get it
I shine like the ice when I mics, everytime
Got every dime, sayin this 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 lassos
Y'all hear me? all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing ev' the purpose
Since the beginning, by pot and attentive women
and windmills on concrete
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you
right sometimes I get so hyped
I feel like diamond d the 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 been 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 your torn, like sehorn
mc storm, like children of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to a century
Like centuries, one double-zero to victories
You kiddin me me? come wack not my history
Kidnap the and break his ankles, remember +misery+?
you're skatin out of control
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 from out the bronx
Drop the needle contact, now watch me launch
Dj's, you jugglin, that means I'm
on the remix fix, this shit is thunderin
Picture me fumblin or droppin the
That's like picturin guy without nigga aaron hall

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

Make t-shirts and slingshots, I khakis out, bounce to the weed spot
Naturally, me and my faculty play with 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 alright, because all she do for me is pay the rent
And keep it moving, got a bad habit of my cool
Acting a fool, out tools, and making the whole corwd move
Towards the exit, be the next shit, we got you dilated
Hotter than satan, the repeated parole
Xzibit work the angles, to dirty angels
How the was won: with microphones and turntables