Luyện nghe bài hát Feel This

we go
Juggalo clap,
clap, clap
From the front to the
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(clap, clap)
Juggalo clap,
Juggalo clap,
From the to the back
(clap, clap)
(clap, clap)
(clap, clap)
From the front to the
(clap, clap)
Clap (clap, clap)
From the to the back

[Jamie
Speak to a tone ear drums
Highly intelligent for a species dumb,
Numb from the neck up as I perform
And through the energy we we are re-born,
It's as we commence to dispense the shit
Spittin' verbal while you suckin' a sour tit
Inconsiderate to competitors trying to
Intermixing intermingling the venomous snakes
that you can go on and slither away
Simple mutha fuckas swiping sugars from our Kool-Aid
Who made the sky red and the sun
And spoke the of light to enlighten the mass of everyone
Ummm... I that's us
And the mics are on, and we bust
It an adrenalin rush
To dome and mine too and everyone behind you
As long as you keep it Twiztid always be beside you

x2]
I you to feel this,
This pain, this hate, even if you can't to relate
this
Can you this?
Can you, can you feel

Riding by shakin' while I'm passing by
Got a big TV in the front for I,
With a DVD player porno nonstop,
I'm so fuckin'
I wanna drive anymore
So I in the back of my ex-girl's 4x4,
Can you that you bitch?
And of fact
You can eat a and drink piss,
Feel this you felt my dick all up in your mouth
Like the shit you
Nothing but a snake
to steal my rhythm
So I see em' in the and I, get em'
Don't wit em',
Cause he's half a 'port of a full pack on the attack,
Half you just wanna steal my shine
And the other half worth the time

I want you to this,
pain, this hate, even if you can't pretend to relate
this
Can you feel
Can you, can you this?

[Jamie
Don't spit you see the grit of the mic,
Cause when you're in the
You don't care if they do or don't
Your flow and no I don't hold no grudge to
You stay in this time of no hope,
So dance the spirits on the day of the dead
In the of the things that can reside inside of your head
they phony like them silicone bags in stripper's bras
Step one is it
And two is it off

Spit fire, for hire,
And never stop killing till God retires,
I everybody to feel the wrath of my flow,
And if you feel this there's the door,
Robbing the rich and poor alike I don't care,
Walk into times and leave a bomb there,
with us and try to come get us,
Right and right now
I'm blow like...

x2]
I want you to this,
pain, this hate, even if you can't pretend to relate
Feel
Can you this?
Can you, can you feel

Juggalo, juggalo,
From the to the back,
Juggalo, juggalo, juggalo, juggalo,
the front to the back,
Juggalo, juggalo, juggalo,
From the to the back,
Juggalo,
From the to the back