Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Twin

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

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

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

Fuck your feelings, I like 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 no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack
I'm all out of Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in rap shit and whatever the fallout is
I'm strapped for battles, suck a duck, crawl out the back, let's bar

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

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

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

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

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

This comes in me (Evil twin)
Here it goes (Evil twin)
If you chose my pen ain't me it's my evil twin
He's just a friend who up now and again (Evil twin)
So don't blame me, him (Evil twin)
I step out and see my evil twin, he me an evil grin

Welcome to the land of the living, my friend
You have for quite some time

So who's left? Gaga? Messed with the Bieber
Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fucking with either Jessica
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than struck the fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's
Feel I'm burning to death, but I'm freezin'
Bed-written and to never leave the
ever again like the legend of Heather Ledger
My suicide notes, barely read the
Bottom, signed by The Joker
Lorraine said I can leave her
sever my wiener I ever deceive her

Fuck shit, bitch
up my dick for pussy, I'd be Jerry Mathers
I'd ever left it to
Get them cut off trying to mess with the cleaver
Golly-wally I bet he registered
since 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden it was definite lean
My went on the steps, I met Deshaun at Osborn
I'd never make it to
I just to skip school and rap, used to mop floors
burgers and wash dishes, but I wrote rhymes trying to get props for 'em
'Cause I took and swapped for 'em

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

Flipped rap on its ear I dropped coin
top 5, bitch, I'm top 4
And that Biggie and Pac, whore
And I got an evil twin, so who do you think that's 3rd and that 4th 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 than Slim, look at evil grin (evil twin)
Please in, what was your name again?

Hi,
Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster up there
Two rabbits, a koala bear and a of hair
And you're all aware I ain't got it all
that's why I'm an addict and it's just small up there
Peace to Whitney, geez, hit me
That I should call the police to come 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 couldn't beat rap, OJ no
Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey
Hey ho, hey ho
I sound like I'm trying to sing the to fucking hip hop hooray
No, I'm hollering, you got bottom in an a-hole
Eight and a base whether I'm fucking off instead of your face, ho
Let your low raise, yo

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

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