Luyện nghe bài hát Orphanage Freestyle Part II

...With francis, to aesop rock,
trying to save the spot, we'e trying to save the spot,
we're trying to save the spot, we'e to save the spot,
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We're to save the spot,
hey, yo I your props,
you see me do a lot of shows,
I get a lot...
So when I hit the mike I make the distort,
MC's are on my nuts just like a wart,
and they won't stop, they straight connected,
I break record, their whole style's just fake-infected,
so why don't get some realness,
they act they can't feel this,
they on the like an oil spill.
been somebody that tied two sperms together and made 'em
ditch the egg, before I the peg,
a minute, how did he just get in it
so cynical, this individual will flip it every
and - with my tentacles...
I just grab the microphone individuals
Lyrically advanced? huh-yeah, that's a
MC's can never play me, I make grown cats like babies,
when I flow raps, I beak caps of
when I smack MC's, are as whack to me, I attack the beat
but ain't understandin'
This man is just
every rapper on the planet where he's
and even if 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, stabbin' it right into the middle of eyesight,
it's so easy for me to mikes,
I get in pen-fights,
and then I 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 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?
With a E?
you smackin' MC's,
And they as at practicing beats?"
Freestylin', but they understanding
this man is cats
like without spinach,
and raps,
take em' to the end and them cats
who think they're thinkin' when they're stinkin' their raps?
Hey! One in my life I had spinal meningitis...
Yo, but after I realized that on the mike I'm the tightest!
And MC's wanna this, but they can never invite this,
I recite (tihs) that'll make God just...
recruit me for a of angels,
see your dreams get
I mangle,
in the middle of their face, this got bass
I flip riddles on a ritual basis, taste this, hey kid,
Wait a minute, yo I'm to stop -
Illogic, the microphone and let 'em know just how you rock: