Luyện nghe bài hát Orphanage Freestyle Part II

...With francis, to aesop rock,
we're trying to save the spot, trying to save the spot,
we're trying to save the spot, trying to save the spot,
(cut)

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 just like a genital wart,
and they won't ever stop, straight connected,
I break their record, whole style's just fake-infected,
so why don't get some realness,
they act like they can't this,
they on the like an oil spill.
Musta been somebody that 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 me, I make grown cats look like babies,
when I flow raps, I beak of knees
when I MC's, they are as whack to me, I attack the beat
but ain't understandin'
This man is just
every on the planet where he's standing-
and even if he's
and if he's 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, stabbin' it right into the of your eyesight,
it's so for me to bend mikes,
I get in pen-fights,
and I break pencils,
and take your
Out of my mind, I'm
Out of the frame, I'm
Under your skin, over head, and
all in the game...
You what I'm sayin' and it's just
all in my name,
while your girl is like- yeah, 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 diminishing
like popeye spinach,
and raps,
em' to the end and replenish them cats
who think they're thinkin' when stinkin' with their raps?
Hey! One time in my life I had meningitis...
Yo, but after that I that on the mike I'm the tightest!
And MC's wanna this, but they can never invite this,
I recite (tihs) make God wanna just...
recruit me for a of angels,
see your dreams get
I mangle,
in the middle of face, this individual's got bass
when I riddles on a ritual basis, taste this, hey kid,
Wait a minute, yo I'm to stop -
Illogic, grab the microphone and let 'em just how you rock: