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 Mase when he gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and
Grinning every 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 at is dangerous
There's to dump this anger and thanks to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey and started roasting 'em
'Cause that's most of my anger is based

Fuck your feelings, I feel I play for the Saints
I want 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 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 this rap shit and the fallout is
I'm for battles, suck a duck, crawl out the back, let's bar fight

Prepare arsenal and beware of bar stools flying through the air
And bottles breaking, also
And I ain't stopping 'til the jar's full
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 like "That's sharp, how much that cost you?"
Smart ass, you lucky I don't it off you
And jump your bones, you motherfucker
You so fucking gravy, Marshall, I should calling 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 could've changed the if it wasn't for this verse
So satanic Kmart panic
'Cause they even spin back the curse words
'Cause it works when they're reversed,

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

And from the start of it you felt like you a part of this
And the opposition felt the
Sometimes I listen and them old albums
Often as I can and skim all them bitches
To make sure I 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 just strike first and ignore the replies

This comes in me (Evil twin)
Here it goes (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 blame me, him (Evil twin)
I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an grin

Welcome back to the land of the living, my
You have slept for some time

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

that shit, bitch
Give up my dick for pussy, I'd be Jerry
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 Dresden it was lean
My destiny on the steps, I met Deshaun at Osborn
I'd never make it to
I just wanted to skip and rap, used to mop floors
Flip burgers and wash dishes, but I wrote trying to get props for 'em
'Cause I book-smarts and swapped for 'em

They sleeping, I made them stop snorin'
them break out the popcorn
Now been 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 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 than him
And I'm nuts, again who the fuck wants to plain Eminem?
But no one's than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil twin)
Please in, what was your name again?

Hi,
Look back with 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 got it all upstairs
Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's just small up
Peace to Whitney, geez, hit me
That I call the looney police to come get me
I'm so sick of being the truth I wish somebody finally admit me
Into a mental hospital Britney

Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho
Jose Baez couldn't this rap, OJ no
Hooray, I'm off the hook like 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 an a-hole
Eight and a base whether I'm fucking off that instead of face, ho
Let low hand raise, yo

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

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