Luyện nghe bài hát Rework The Angles

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

[a.g.]
it out now
I work the angles like, off the in the sidepocket
Electrifying like a live
Hit em all flavors, yup
We tryin to be neighbords with pro-ballplayers, I'm talkin
Or keep it realer, and see me on a iron
On point like a killer, ready, to deliver
Type gifted, the mic right, or I might rip it
dig my style cause I write different, no hype
I just kick it, low-lifes, they 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, 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 hear me? they all theories
Worthless, like testing ev' defeats the
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive
Breakbeats and windmills on
Covered by cardboard, seafloor to
Bottom line, in rhyme yo, put in time you
right sometimes I get so hyped
I like diamond d the best producer on the mic
I aced this -- most punchlines are
Regular, average, mediocre,
To all my dj's, with skills you got a
This ain't on your mixtape, yo it coulda hotta
The method in this game have you drained and strangles
Don't go to them, let em come to you, and the angles

Don't sleep on, I your knee torn, like sehorn
Liquid mc storm, like of the corn, a wild freeform
Of energy, mentally fit to a century
Like centuries, one translate to victories
You kiddin me me? come that's not my history
Kidnap the wack and break his ankles, +misery+?
Lyrically skatin out of control
Work the angles 'round the globe, from newark to pole
It's so cold that catch pneumonia
I'm airborne, l.a. to barcelona
I heads from pomona out the bronx
Drop the sure needle contact, now watch me
Dj's, you jugglin, that I'm bubblin
Defari on the remix fix, shit is thunderin
me fumblin or droppin the ball
That's picturin guy without that nigga aaron hall

Well if a brother gets the of me
Ain't no use in sniveling and the referee
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 triple opticly
The hip-hop real monopoly
My g is god, what's your g for,
This man of war beats on the seashore
An deeo enough to it to the sea floor
Every single beat like a c-4
We beats, why you asking what the beat for?
The spitfire fighter dilated
I'm learning shockers shockra building energy
While barbershops sipping henny like the
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 never play with
I used to h.e.r. too, but now I fucking hate the bitch
She's sucking up to all the niggas with the chains and
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 move
Towards the exit, this be the shit, we got you dilated
Hotter than satan, the repeated violations
Xzibit work the angles, cordless to angels
How the was won: with microphones and turntables