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 to save the spot, we'e trying to save the spot,
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We're to save the spot,
hey, yo I break 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 ever stop, they straight connected,
I break record, their whole style's just fake-infected,
so why don't they get realness,
they act like they feel this,
they on the ground an oil spill.
been somebody that tied two sperms together and made 'em
ditch the egg, I switch the peg,
wait a minute, how did he get in it
so cynical, this individual flip it every [intracle?]
and - reaching my tentacles...
I just the microphone from individuals
advanced? huh-yeah, that's a maybe
MC's can never play me, I make cats look like babies,
when I flow raps, I caps of knees
when I smack MC's, they are as whack to me, I the beat
but they ain't
This man is just
every rapper on the planet where standing-
and even if sittin'
and even if he's not
kid is just 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 your stencils;
Out of my mind, I'm
Out of the frame, I'm
Under your skin, over head, and
all in the game...
You know what I'm and it's just
all in my name,
while your girl is like- yeah, she's at
my name.
She's like, "Eyedea, how do you it?
With a E?
you smackin' MC's,
And they as whacked at beats?"
Freestylin', but they ain't
this man is cats
popeye without spinach,
and raps,
take em' to the end and them cats
who think they're thinkin' they're stinkin' with their raps?
Hey! One time in my I had spinal meningitis...
Yo, but that I realized that 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...
recruit me for a of angels,
see dreams get strangled
I mangle,
in the middle of their face, individual's got bass
when I riddles on a ritual basis, taste this, hey kid,
Wait a minute, yo I'm about to -
Illogic, grab the microphone and let 'em know just how you