Luyện nghe bài hát Orphanage Freestyle Part II

...With sage francis, to rock,
we're trying to save the spot, we'e trying to the spot,
we're trying to save the spot, we'e trying to 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 I make the instrumentals distort,
MC's are on my nuts just a genital wart,
and they won't ever stop, they connected,
I break record, their whole style's just fake-infected,
so why don't get some realness,
act like they can't feel this,
they on the ground an oil spill.
Musta been somebody that tied two together and made 'em
ditch the egg, before I the peg,
a minute, how did he just get in it
so cynical, individual will flip it every [intracle?]
and - reaching my tentacles...
I grab the microphone from individuals
Lyrically huh-yeah, that's a maybe
can never play me, I make grown cats look like babies,
when I flow raps, I beak of knees
I smack MC's, they are as whack to me, I attack the beat
but they understandin'
This man is damagin'
every rapper on the planet where standing-
and even if he's
and if he's not spittin'
this kid is rippin' the microphone,
grippin' it
Tight! it tight! Holdin' 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 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 know I'm sayin' and it's just
all in my name,
while your is like- 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 at practicing beats?"
Freestylin', but ain't understanding
this man is diminishing
like without spinach,
and raps,
take em' to the end and replenish cats
who think they're thinkin' when they're stinkin' with their
Hey! One time in my life I had meningitis...
Yo, but after I realized that on the mike I'm the tightest!
And MC's wanna like this, but they can invite this,
I recite (tihs) make God wanna just...
me for a team of angels,
see your dreams get
I mangle,
in the middle of their face, individual's 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 just how you rock: