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 to save the spot, we'e 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 nuts just like a wart,
and they ever stop, they straight connected,
I their record, their whole style's just fake-infected,
so why don't they get realness,
act like they can't feel this,
they on the like an oil spill.
Musta been somebody 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 will flip it [intracle?]
and - with my tentacles...
I grab the microphone from individuals
Lyrically advanced? huh-yeah, that's a
MC's can play me, I make grown cats look like babies,
when I flow raps, I beak caps of
when I smack MC's, they are as to me, I attack the beat
but ain't understandin'
man is just damagin'
every rapper on the planet where he's
and even if he's
and if he's not spittin'
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 middle of eyesight,
it's so easy for me to mikes,
I get in pen-fights,
and then I pencils,
and take 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?
a capital E?
When you MC's,
And they as at practicing beats?"
Freestylin', but they understanding
this man is diminishing
popeye without spinach,
and raps,
em' to the end and replenish them cats
who think they're thinkin' when they're with their raps?
Hey! One time in my I had spinal meningitis...
Yo, but after I realized that on the mike I'm the tightest!
And MC's wanna this, but they can never invite this,
I (tihs) that'll make God wanna just...
me for a team of angels,
see your dreams get
I mangle,
in the middle of their face, this got bass
when I flip riddles on a basis, taste this, hey kid,
Wait a minute, yo I'm about to -
Illogic, grab the microphone and let 'em know just how you