Luyện nghe bài hát Orphanage Freestyle Part II

...With francis, to aesop rock,
we're to save the spot, we'e trying to save the spot,
we're trying to save the spot, we'e trying to the spot,
(cut)

We're tryin' to the spot,
hey, yo I break props,
you see me do a lot of shows,
I get a lot...
So when I hit the mike I the instrumentals distort,
MC's are on my nuts like a genital wart,
and they won't ever stop, they connected,
I break their record, whole style's just fake-infected,
so why don't get some realness,
act like they can't feel this,
they on the like an oil spill.
Musta been somebody that tied two sperms together and 'em
ditch the egg, I switch the peg,
wait a minute, how did he get in it
so cynical, this individual will flip it every
and - with my tentacles...
I grab the microphone from individuals
Lyrically advanced? huh-yeah, that's a
MC's can play me, I make grown cats look like babies,
I flow raps, I beak caps of knees
when I smack MC's, they are as whack to me, I the beat
but they ain't
This man is damagin'
rapper on the planet where he's standing-
and if he's sittin'
and if he's not spittin'
this kid is just the microphone,
forever it
Tight! keepin' it tight! Holdin' the mike! for my life!
and then I'm grabbin' it, it right into the middle of your eyesight,
so easy for me to bend mikes,
I get in pen-fights,
and I break pencils,
and your stencils;
Out of my mind, I'm
Out of the frame, I'm
Under your skin, your head, and
all in the game...
You know what I'm sayin' and it's
all in my name,
while your girl is yeah, she's good at
my name.
She's like, "Eyedea, how do you it?
a capital E?
When you MC's,
And as whacked at practicing beats?"
Freestylin', but they understanding
this man is diminishing
like without spinach,
and raps,
em' to the end and replenish them cats
who think they're thinkin' when stinkin' with their raps?
Hey! One in my life I had spinal meningitis...
Yo, but after that I realized that on the I'm the tightest!
And MC's wanna like this, but they can invite this,
I recite (tihs) that'll make God just...
recruit me for a of angels,
see dreams get strangled
I mangle,
in the middle of face, this individual's got bass
I flip riddles on a ritual basis, taste this, hey kid,
Wait a minute, yo I'm to stop -
Illogic, grab the microphone and let 'em know just how you