Luyện nghe bài hát Orphanage Freestyle Part II

...With sage francis, to rock,
we're trying to save the spot, trying to save the spot,
we're trying to save the spot, we'e trying to the spot,
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We're tryin' to the spot,
hey, yo I your props,
you see me do a lot of shows,
I get a lot...
So I hit the mike I make the instrumentals distort,
MC's are on my nuts just like a wart,
and they won't ever stop, straight connected,
I break their record, their whole just fake-infected,
so why don't get some realness,
they act like can't feel this,
they on the like an oil spill.
been somebody that tied two sperms together and made 'em
ditch the egg, I switch the peg,
a minute, how did he just get in it
so cynical, this will flip it every [intracle?]
and - reaching my tentacles...
I just grab the from individuals
Lyrically advanced? huh-yeah, that's a
MC's can never play me, I make cats look 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 they understandin'
This man is just
every rapper on the planet he's standing-
and even if he's
and even if not spittin'
this kid is rippin' the microphone,
forever it
Tight! keepin' it tight! the mike! Fend for my life!
and then I'm it, stabbin' it right into the middle of your eyesight,
it's so easy for me to mikes,
I get in pen-fights,
and I break pencils,
and take stencils;
Out of my mind, I'm
Out of the frame, I'm
your skin, over your head, and
all in the game...
You what I'm sayin' and it's just
all in my name,
your girl is like- yeah, she's good at
my name.
She's like, "Eyedea, how do you it?
With a E?
you smackin' MC's,
And as whacked at practicing beats?"
Freestylin', but ain't understanding
this man is cats
like without spinach,
and raps,
take em' to the end and replenish cats
who think they're thinkin' when they're stinkin' with raps?
Hey! One time in my I had spinal meningitis...
Yo, but after that I realized on the mike I'm the tightest!
And wanna like this, but they can never invite this,
I (tihs) that'll make God wanna just...
me for a team of angels,
see your get strangled
I mangle,
in the middle of their face, this got bass
when I riddles on a ritual basis, taste this, hey kid,
a minute, yo I'm about to stop -
Illogic, grab the microphone and let 'em know how you rock: