Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Twin

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

I'm in a strange
I feel like Mase when he up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm in these chains and restraints
Grinning every stranger in the place 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 this anger and thanks to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey and slowly roasting 'em
'Cause that's where most of my is based

Fuck your feelings, I feel like I for the Saints
I just want to you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's and the
I'm frustrated cause no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and
I'm going all out in this rap shit and whatever the is
I'm strapped for battles, a duck, crawl out the back, let's bar fight

Prepare your arsenal and 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 woman a slut, but you forgetting Sarah
Oh my bad,
And next time I show up in court I'll be and square a lawsuit
be like "That's sharp, how much that motherfucker cost you?"
Smart ass, you lucky I tear 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 this beat now, 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 Kmart panic
'Cause they can't even spin back the words
it works when they're reversed, motherfucker

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

And from the of it you felt like you were 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 I keep up with my competition, ha ha

Hogger of beats, of rhymes
Borderline genius who's bored of his
And that of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now
like I might just strike first and ignore the replies

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

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

So who's left? Gaga? Messed with the Bieber
Nah, F Christina, I ain't fucking with either Jessica neither
Simpson or Alba, my albums just than struck with the fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Strength Tylenol 3's
Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm
Bed-written and to never leave the
Bedroom ever again like the of Heather Ledger
My suicide notes, legible read the
Bottom, it's by The Joker
Lorraine said I never can her
She'd sever my wiener I ever her

Fuck that shit,
Give up my for pussy, I'd be Jerry Mathers
I'd ever left it to
Get them cut off trying to mess with the cleaver
Golly-wally I bet he Jesus
Ever 1-9-9-4-6 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
burgers and wash dishes, but I wrote rhymes trying to get props for 'em
'Cause I book-smarts and swapped for 'em

They were sleeping, I 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
Screaming "fuck the police" like cop

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

Hi,
Look who's with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there
Two rabbits, a koala bear and a of hair
And you're all aware I got it all upstairs
Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's small up there
Peace to Whitney, geez, hit me
That I should call the looney to come get me
'Cause I'm so of being the truth I wish somebody finally admit me
Into a mental with Britney

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

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

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