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 chains and
Grinning every stranger in the place while I into space
'Cause I'm mentally rearranging his

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

Fuck feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just want to hurt you, aim for the
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 to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit and whatever the is
I'm strapped for battles, suck a duck, crawl out the back, let's bar

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 every a slut, but you forgetting 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 that motherfucker cost you?"
Smart ass, you lucky I tear it off you
And jump bones, you sexy motherfucker
You so gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you au jus

'Cause all you do is spit 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 for this verse
So satanic Kmart panic
they can't even spin back the curse words
'Cause it works they're reversed, motherfucker

And these are like parrots
They run the house just like terrorists
"fuck, shit, fuck"
Adult with a childish like
Wild ever 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 were like "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my mouth was nightmare-ish

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

of beats, hoarder of rhymes
Borderline genius 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 the replies

This 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 who pops up now and again (Evil twin)
So don't me, blame him (Evil twin)
I step out and see my evil twin, he me an evil grin

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 with either Jessica neither
or Alba, my albums just sicker than struck with the fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength 3's
Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm
and destined to never leave the
Bedroom ever again the legend of Heather Ledger
My suicide notes, barely read the
Bottom, it's by The Joker
Lorraine said I never can her
She'd sever my I ever deceive her

Fuck shit, bitch
Give up my for pussy, I'd be Jerry Mathers
I'd left it to beaver
Get them titties cut off trying to mess with the
Golly-wally I bet he Jesus
Ever since 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden it was lean
My destiny went on the steps, I met at Osborn
I'd make it to sophomore
I just wanted to school and rap, used to mop floors
burgers and wash dishes, but I wrote rhymes trying to get props for 'em
'Cause I took book-smarts and for 'em

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

Flipped rap on its ear like I 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 crazy as I am I'm much than him
And I'm nuts, then again who the fuck wants to plain
But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that evil (evil twin)
Please come in, what was your name

Hi,
Look who's 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 ain't got it all
Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's just up there
Peace to Whitney, geez, hit me
I should call the looney police to come get me
'Cause I'm so sick of being the truth I wish somebody admit me
Into a mental hospital Britney

Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho
Jose couldn't beat this rap, OJ no
Hooray, I'm off the like Casey Anthony
Hey ho, hey ho
I sound like I'm 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 your low raise, yo

Tango, you think, ho?
dancing in bowling
You to hold hands with your homie?
What? You I'm looking for romance 'cause I'm lonely?
Change that tune, you ain't got chance to control me
Ho, I'm only vulnerable 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 you're broke 'cause you work

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