Luyện nghe bài hát Orphanage Freestyle Part II

...With sage francis, to rock,
we're trying to save the spot, we'e trying to the spot,
we're trying to save the spot, 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 when I hit the mike I the instrumentals distort,
MC's are on my nuts just like a wart,
and they won't stop, they straight connected,
I break their record, their whole style's fake-infected,
so why don't get some realness,
they act like they 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 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 make grown look like babies,
I flow raps, I beak caps of knees
when I MC's, they are as whack to me, I attack the beat
but they ain't
This man is damagin'
every rapper on the planet he's standing-
and if he's sittin'
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, stabbin' it right into the of your eyesight,
it's so for me to bend 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 skin, over your head, and
all in the game...
You know what I'm sayin' and just
all in my name,
your 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 as whacked at practicing beats?"
Freestylin', but they ain't
this man is cats
like popeye spinach,
and raps,
take em' to the end and them cats
who think thinkin' when they're stinkin' with their raps?
Hey! One time in my life I had meningitis...
Yo, but after 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 God wanna just...
me for a team of angels,
see dreams get strangled
I mangle,
in the middle of their face, this individual's got
when I flip riddles on a basis, taste this, hey kid,
Wait a minute, yo I'm to stop -
Illogic, grab the microphone and let 'em know how you rock: