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 place
I feel like when he gave up the game for his faith
I feel I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grinning stranger in the place while I gaze into space
I'm mentally rearranging his face

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

Fuck your feelings, I feel like I for the Saints
I just to hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these 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 Backstreet Boys to call out and
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, bar fight

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

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

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

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

Hogger of beats, hoarder of
Borderline genius who's of his lines
And that sort of defines I'm at and the way I feel now
Feel like I might strike first and ignore the replies

darkness comes in me (Evil twin)
Here it again (Evil twin)
If you chose my pen that ain't me it's my twin
He's a friend who pops up now and again (Evil twin)
So don't blame me, 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 for quite some time

So who's left? Lady Gaga? with the Bieber
Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fucking with either neither
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker struck with the fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's
Feel like I'm to death, but I'm freezin'
and destined to never leave the
Bedroom ever again like the of Heather Ledger
My suicide notes, barely read the
Bottom, signed by The Joker
Lorraine said I never can her
She'd my wiener I ever deceive her

Fuck shit, bitch
Give up my dick for pussy, I'd be Mathers
I'd left it to beaver
Get them titties cut off to mess with the cleaver
Golly-wally I bet he Jesus
Ever since 1-9-9-4-6 it was definite lean
My destiny went on the steps, I met Deshaun at
I'd make it to sophomore
I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop
burgers and wash dishes, but I wrote rhymes trying to get props for 'em
'Cause I book-smarts and swapped for 'em

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

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

Hi,
Look who's back a crab up his ass like a lobster 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 addict and it's just up there
Peace to Whitney, geez, hit me
That I should call the looney police to get me
'Cause I'm so sick of the truth I wish somebody finally admit me
a mental hospital with Britney

Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho
Jose Baez beat this rap, OJ no
Hooray, I'm off the like Casey Anthony
Hey ho, hey ho
I sound like I'm trying to sing the chorus to hip hop hooray
No, I'm hollering, you got bottom in an a-hole
Eight and a base whether I'm fucking off that of your face, ho
Let your low raise, yo

Tango, you think, ho?
dancing in bowling
You trying to hold hands your homie?
What? You think I'm looking for romance 'cause I'm
Change that tune, you got remote chance to control me
Ho, I'm vulnerable when I got a boner
Superman tried to me over, it won't hurt
Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't
So are you, but you're broke 'cause you work

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