Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Twin

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

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

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

Fuck your feelings, I feel like I for the Saints
I just want to you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's and the
I'm cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit and the fallout is
I'm strapped for battles, a duck, crawl out the back, let's bar fight

your arsenal and beware of bar stools flying through the air
And bottles breaking, also
And I ain't stopping 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 I'll 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 sexy
You so fucking gravy, Marshall, I should start you au jus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

rap on its ear like I dropped 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 that's 3rd and that 4th spot's
And as crazy as I am I'm much tamer him
And I'm nuts, then who the fuck wants to plain Eminem?
But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that 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 bear and a ball of hair
And all aware I ain't got it all upstairs
Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's small up there
Peace to Whitney, geez, hit me
That I should the looney police to come get me
'Cause I'm so sick of the truth I wish somebody finally admit me
Into a mental with Britney

Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho
Baez couldn't 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 to fucking hip hop hooray
No, I'm hollering, you got bottom in like an
Eight and a base whether I'm fucking off that of your face, ho
Let low hand raise, yo

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

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