Luyện nghe bài hát Orphanage Freestyle Part II

...With sage francis, to rock,
trying to save the spot, we'e 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 when I hit the mike I the instrumentals distort,
MC's are on my nuts just a genital wart,
and they won't ever stop, straight connected,
I their record, their whole style's just fake-infected,
so why they get some realness,
they act they can't feel this,
on the ground like an oil spill.
Musta been somebody 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 will flip it [intracle?]
and - reaching my tentacles...
I just grab the microphone from
Lyrically huh-yeah, that's a maybe
MC's can never play me, I make grown cats look babies,
I flow raps, I beak caps of knees
when I smack MC's, they are as whack to me, I attack the
but they ain't
man is just damagin'
every rapper on the planet where he's
and even if he's
and even if he's not
kid is just rippin' 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 of your eyesight,
so easy for me to bend 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
your skin, over your head, and
all in the game...
You know what I'm sayin' and just
all in my name,
while your girl is like- yeah, she's at
my name.
She's like, "Eyedea, how do you it?
a capital E?
When you MC's,
And as whacked at practicing beats?"
Freestylin', but they understanding
man is diminishing cats
like 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 time in my life I had meningitis...
Yo, but that I realized that on the mike I'm the tightest!
And MC's wanna like this, but they can never this,
I recite (tihs) that'll make God just...
me for a team of angels,
see dreams get strangled
I mangle,
in the of their face, this individual's got bass
when I flip riddles on a basis, taste this, hey kid,
a minute, yo I'm about to stop -
Illogic, grab the microphone and let 'em just how you rock: