Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Twin

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

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

I a change of pace 'cause the pace I'm working 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 want to you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's and the Drake's
I'm frustrated ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack
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, out the back, let's bar fight

your arsenal and beware of bar stools flying through the air
And bottles breaking, also
And I stopping 'til the swear jar's full
You called every woman a slut, but you forgetting Sarah Marshall
Oh my bad,
And next time I show up in court I'll be naked and square a
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 start calling you au jus

'Cause all you do is spit them lyrics out the
Evil twin, take 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 Kmart chains
'Cause they can't even spin back the words
'Cause it works they're reversed, motherfucker

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

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

Hogger of beats, hoarder of
Borderline who's bored 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 ignore the

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

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

So who's left? Lady Gaga? with the Bieber
Nah, F with Christina, I fucking with either Jessica neither
Simpson or Alba, my albums sicker than struck with the fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Tylenol 3's
Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm
Bed-written and destined to leave the
Bedroom ever again the legend of Heather Ledger
My notes, barely legible read the
Bottom, it's signed by The
said I never 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 ever it to beaver
Get titties cut off trying to mess with the cleaver
Golly-wally I bet he registered
Ever since 1-9-9-4-6 it was definite lean
My destiny on the steps, I met Deshaun at Osborn
I'd never it to sophomore
I just to skip school and rap, used to mop floors
Flip burgers and dishes, but I wrote rhymes trying to get props for 'em
I took book-smarts and swapped for 'em

They were sleeping, I made them snorin'
them break out the popcorn
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

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

Hi,
who's back with 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 why I'm an addict and it's just small up there
Peace to Whitney, geez, hit me
That I should call the looney police to get me
'Cause I'm so sick of being the truth I wish somebody 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 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 of your face, ho
Let your low raise, yo

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

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