Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Twin

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

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

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

Fuck your feelings, I feel I play for the Saints
I just want to you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these 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 to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit and whatever the is
I'm for battles, suck a duck, crawl out the back, let's 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 time I show up in court I'll be naked and square a lawsuit
be like "That's sharp, how much that motherfucker cost you?"
Smart ass, you lucky I don't it off you
And jump your bones, you sexy
You so gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you au jus

all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo
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 chains panic
'Cause they can't even spin the curse words
it works when they're reversed, motherfucker

And these kids are like
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 rather be loud and I like
From the first album the gals were like "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 the opposite
Sometimes I listen and revisit old albums
Often as I can and through all them bitches
To make sure I up with my competition, ha ha

Hogger of beats, of rhymes
Borderline genius who's of his lines
And sort of defines where 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 just a friend who 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 some

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

Fuck shit, bitch
Give up my for pussy, I'd be Jerry Mathers
I'd ever it to beaver
Get titties cut off trying to mess with the cleaver
Golly-wally I bet he registered
Ever since Dresden it was definite lean
My went on the steps, I met Deshaun at Osborn
I'd never it to sophomore
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

were sleeping, I made them stop snorin'
Made 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
"fuck the police" like 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 that's 3rd and 4th spot's for?
And as as I am I'm much tamer than him
And I'm nuts, then again who the fuck to plain Eminem?
But no one's than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil twin)
come in, what was your name again?

Hi,
who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there
Two rabbits, a koala bear and a 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
to Whitney, geez, just hit me
That I should call the police to come get me
'Cause I'm so sick of being the truth I wish finally admit me
Into a mental with Britney

Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho
Jose couldn't beat 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 in like an a-hole
Eight and a base whether I'm fucking off that of your face, ho
Let low hand raise, yo

Tango, you think, ho?
Slow 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 only vulnerable I got a boner
Superman tried to fuck me over, it hurt
try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't work
So are you, but you're broke 'cause you work

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