Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Twin

Yeah, trying to figure out the
But I I think the lines are starting to get blurry

I'm in a strange
I feel like Mase when he gave up the for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these and restraints
Grinning every stranger in the place while I gaze space
'Cause I'm mentally rearranging his

I need a change of pace 'cause the pace I'm at is dangerous
There's nowhere to dump this and thanks to this angst
I done quit heads cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em
'Cause that's where most of my anger is

Fuck your feelings, I feel I play for the Saints
I just to hurt you, aim for the skanks
aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's and the Drake's
I'm frustrated cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of
I'm all out of Boys to call out and attack
I'm all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is
I'm strapped for battles, suck a duck, crawl out the back, let's bar

Prepare your arsenal and of bar stools flying through the air
And bottles breaking, mirrors
And I stopping 'til the swear jar's full
You done called woman a slut, but you forgetting Sarah Marshall
Oh my bad,
And next time I show up in court be naked and square a lawsuit
be like "That's sharp, how much that motherfucker cost you?"
Smart ass, you I don't tear it off you
And jump your bones, you motherfucker
You so fucking gravy, Marshall, I should start you au jus

'Cause all you do is spit them lyrics out the
Evil twin, take this beat now, on you"
I believe people can change, but only for the
I changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
So satanic Kmart chains
'Cause they can't even spin the curse words
'Cause it when they're reversed, motherfucker

And these kids are parrots
They run around the house just like
"fuck, shit, fuck"
Adult with a childish like
ever since the day I came out I was like "merits, fuck that"
I'd rather be loud and I swearing
From the album even the gals were like "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my mouth was nightmare-ish

And from the start of it you felt like you were a of this
And the opposition the opposite
Sometimes I listen and revisit old albums
Often as I can and skim through all them
To sure I keep up with my competition, ha ha

of beats, hoarder of rhymes
Borderline genius who's bored of his
And that of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now
Feel like I might just strike and ignore the replies

This comes in me (Evil twin)
Here it again (Evil twin)
If you chose my pen that me it's my evil twin
He's just a friend who pops up now and (Evil twin)
So blame me, blame him (Evil twin)
I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an grin

back to the land of the living, my friend
You have slept for quite some

So left? Lady Gaga? Messed with the Bieber
Nah, F Christina, I ain't fucking with either Jessica neither
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than struck with the
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength 3's
Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm
Bed-written and destined to never the
Bedroom ever like the legend of Heather Ledger
My suicide notes, legible read the
Bottom, it's signed by The
said I never can leave her
She'd my wiener I ever deceive her

Fuck that shit,
Give up my dick for pussy, I'd be Mathers
I'd ever it to beaver
Get them titties cut off trying to mess with the
I bet he registered Jesus
Ever 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden it was definite lean
My destiny on the steps, I met Deshaun at Osborn
I'd make it to sophomore
I just wanted to school and rap, used to mop floors
Flip burgers and wash dishes, but I wrote rhymes to get props for 'em
'Cause I took book-smarts and for 'em

They were sleeping, I made them snorin'
them break out the popcorn
Now I've been hip hop in its tip top
Since N.W.A. was through my car windows leaning on the horn
Screaming "fuck the police" like cop

Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped
top 5, bitch, I'm top 4
And that includes Biggie and Pac,
And I got an evil twin, so who do you that's 3rd and that 4th spot's for?
And as crazy as I am I'm much tamer him
And I'm nuts, then again who the fuck wants to plain
But no one's than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil twin)
Please come in, what was your again?

Hi,
Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a crawled up there
Two rabbits, a koala and a ball of hair
And you're all aware I ain't got it all
Guess that's why I'm an and it's just small up there
to Whitney, geez, just hit me
That I should the looney police to come get me
'Cause I'm so sick of being the truth I somebody finally admit me
a mental hospital with Britney

Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho
Jose Baez couldn't beat rap, OJ no
Hooray, I'm off the like Casey Anthony
Hey ho, hey ho
I like I'm trying to sing the chorus to fucking hip hop hooray
No, I'm hollering, you got bottom in like an
Eight and a base I'm fucking off that instead of your face, ho
Let low hand raise, yo

Tango, you think, ho?
Slow in bowling
You trying to hands with your homie?
You think I'm looking for romance 'cause I'm lonely?
Change that tune, you ain't got remote to control me
Ho, I'm only when I got a boner
Superman tried to fuck me over, it hurt
Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't
So are you, but you're broke 'cause you don't

But all bullshit I hit a stride
Still Shady inside, hair every bit is
As it used to be when I introduced y'all to my skiddish side
And blamed it on him when they tried to
we are the same, bitch