Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Twin

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

I'm in a strange
I feel like Mase 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
'Cause I'm rearranging his face

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

Fuck your feelings, I feel I play for the Saints
I just want to hurt you, aim for the
Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, and the Drake's
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 rap shit and whatever the fallout is
I'm strapped for battles, a duck, crawl out the back, let's bar fight

Prepare your 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 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 much motherfucker cost you?"
Smart ass, you I don't tear it off you
And jump bones, you sexy motherfucker
You so fucking gravy, Marshall, I should start you au jus

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

And these kids are like
They run around the house like terrorists
"fuck, shit, fuck"
Adult a childish like arrogance
Wild ever since the day I came out I was like "merits, that"
I'd rather be loud and I swearing
From the album even 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 part of
And the felt the opposite
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old
Often as I can and skim through all them
To make sure I up with my competition, ha ha

Hogger of beats, hoarder of
Borderline who's bored of his lines
And that sort of where I'm at and the way I feel now
Feel like I might just strike and ignore the replies

This comes in me (Evil twin)
Here it goes (Evil twin)
If you chose my pen that ain't me my evil twin
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 me an evil grin

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

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

that shit, bitch
Give up my for pussy, I'd be Jerry Mathers
I'd ever it to beaver
Get them titties cut off to mess with the cleaver
I bet he registered Jesus
Ever since Dresden it was definite lean
My destiny went on the steps, I met Deshaun at
I'd make it to sophomore
I just wanted to school and rap, used to mop floors
Flip burgers and wash dishes, but I wrote rhymes to get props for 'em
'Cause I took book-smarts and for 'em

They were sleeping, I made 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 I dropped coin
top 5, bitch, I'm top 4
And that includes and Pac, whore
And I got an evil twin, so who do you think that's 3rd and that 4th for?
And as as I am I'm much tamer than him
And I'm nuts, then again who the wants to plain Eminem?
But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that evil (evil twin)
Please come in, what was your again?

Hi,
Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up
Two rabbits, a koala and a ball of hair
And you're all I ain't got it all upstairs
Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's just up there
to Whitney, geez, just hit me
That I should call the looney to come get me
I'm so sick of being the truth I wish somebody finally admit me
Into a hospital with Britney

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

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

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