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 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 mike I the instrumentals distort,
MC's are on my nuts just like a wart,
and won't ever stop, they straight connected,
I break their record, their whole style's fake-infected,
so why don't get some realness,
act like they can't 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 will flip it every
and - reaching my tentacles...
I just grab the from individuals
advanced? huh-yeah, that's a maybe
MC's can never play me, I 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 they ain't
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! the mike! Fend for my life!
and then I'm grabbin' it, it right into the middle of your eyesight,
it's so easy for me to mikes,
I get in pen-fights,
and then I pencils,
and take your
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 girl is like- yeah, she's good 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 ain't understanding
this man is diminishing
like popeye 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 life I had meningitis...
Yo, but that I realized that on the mike I'm the tightest!
And MC's wanna this, but they can never invite this,
I recite (tihs) that'll make God just...
me for a team of angels,
see dreams get strangled
I mangle,
in the middle of their face, this got bass
when I flip on a ritual basis, taste this, hey kid,
Wait a minute, yo I'm about to -
Illogic, grab the microphone and let 'em know how you rock: