Luyện nghe bài hát Orphanage Freestyle Part II

...With sage francis, to rock,
we're to save the spot, we'e trying to save the spot,
we're trying to the spot, we'e trying to save the spot,
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We're to save 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 just like a genital wart,
and they won't ever stop, they connected,
I break their record, their whole style's fake-infected,
so why don't get some realness,
they act like can't feel this,
they on the ground an oil spill.
been somebody that tied two sperms together and made 'em
ditch the egg, before I the peg,
wait a minute, how did he get in it
so cynical, this individual flip it every [intracle?]
and - reaching my tentacles...
I just grab the from individuals
advanced? huh-yeah, that's a maybe
MC's can never play me, I make cats look like babies,
when I flow raps, I beak of knees
when I smack MC's, they are as to me, I attack the beat
but ain't understandin'
man is just damagin'
every on the planet where he's standing-
and even if sittin'
and if he's not spittin'
this kid is just the microphone,
grippin' it
Tight! keepin' it tight! Holdin' the mike! for my life!
and then I'm it, stabbin' 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 skin, over your head, and
all in the game...
You what I'm sayin' and it's just
all in my name,
while your girl is yeah, she's good at
my name.
She's like, "Eyedea, how do you it?
With a E?
When you MC's,
And they as whacked at beats?"
Freestylin', but they ain't
this man is diminishing
popeye without spinach,
and raps,
take em' to the end and replenish cats
who think they're thinkin' when they're stinkin' their raps?
Hey! One in my life I had spinal meningitis...
Yo, but after that I realized on the mike I'm the tightest!
And MC's wanna like this, but they can never this,
I recite (tihs) that'll God wanna just...
recruit me for a of angels,
see your get strangled
I mangle,
in the of their face, this individual's got bass
I flip riddles on a ritual basis, taste this, hey kid,
Wait a minute, yo I'm about to -
Illogic, grab the and let 'em know just how you rock: