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 save the spot, trying 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 I hit the mike I make the instrumentals distort,
MC's are on my just like a genital wart,
and they won't stop, they straight connected,
I break their record, their style's just fake-infected,
so why they get some realness,
they act like can't feel this,
they on the like an oil spill.
Musta somebody that tied two sperms together and made 'em
the egg, before I switch the peg,
wait a minute, how did he get in it
so cynical, this individual flip it every [intracle?]
and - with my tentacles...
I just grab the microphone individuals
Lyrically advanced? huh-yeah, a maybe
MC's can never play me, I make grown look like babies,
when I raps, I beak caps of knees
when I smack MC's, they are as whack to me, I the beat
but they understandin'
This man is damagin'
rapper on the planet where he's standing-
and if he's sittin'
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 grabbin' it, it right into the middle of your eyesight,
so easy for me to bend mikes,
I get in pen-fights,
and then I pencils,
and take your
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,
while 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 they understanding
this man is cats
like popeye 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 invite this,
I (tihs) that'll make God wanna just...
recruit me for a of angels,
see your dreams get
I mangle,
in the middle of their face, individual's got bass
when I flip riddles on a ritual basis, this, hey kid,
a minute, yo I'm about to stop -
Illogic, grab the microphone and let 'em just how you rock: