Luyện nghe bài hát Orphanage Freestyle Part II

...With sage francis, to rock,
we're trying to save the spot, we'e to save the spot,
we're trying to 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 when I hit the mike I the instrumentals distort,
MC's are on my nuts like a genital wart,
and they won't stop, they straight connected,
I their record, their whole style's just fake-infected,
so why don't they get realness,
they act like can't feel this,
on the ground like an oil spill.
Musta been somebody tied two sperms together and made 'em
ditch the egg, before I the peg,
a minute, how did he just get in it
so cynical, individual will flip it every [intracle?]
and - reaching my tentacles...
I grab the microphone from individuals
Lyrically advanced? huh-yeah, that's a
MC's can never play me, I grown cats look like babies,
when I flow raps, I beak of knees
when I smack MC's, they are as to me, I attack the beat
but ain't understandin'
This man is just
every rapper on the planet where standing-
and even if 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 into the middle of your eyesight,
it's so easy for me to 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 know I'm sayin' and it's 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 they as whacked at beats?"
Freestylin', but they understanding
man is diminishing cats
like popeye spinach,
and raps,
em' to the end and replenish them cats
who think they're thinkin' when they're stinkin' with their
Hey! One in my life I had spinal meningitis...
Yo, but after that I realized that on the I'm the tightest!
And MC's wanna like this, but can never invite this,
I recite (tihs) make God wanna just...
me for a team of angels,
see your get strangled
I mangle,
in the middle of face, this individual's 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 just how you rock: