Luyện nghe bài hát Feel This

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

[Jamie
Speak to a tone re-adjust ear
Highly intelligent for a labeled dumb,
Numb from the up zone as I perform
And through the we acquire we are re-born,
It's intense as we to dispense the shit
Spittin' milk while you suckin' a sour tit
to competitors trying to elevate
Intermixing with the venomous snakes
that you can go on and slither away
Simple minded 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 when the mics are on, and we
It like an rush
To dome and mine too and everyone behind you
As long as you keep it Twiztid we'll always be you

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

Riding by windows shakin' while I'm by
Got a big screen TV in the for I,
a DVD player playing porno nonstop,
I'm so high
I don't wanna anymore
So I crashed in the back of my 4x4,
Can you that you bitch?
And matter of
You can eat a dick and piss,
Feel this like you felt my dick all up in your
Like the shit you
Nothing but a poisonous
to steal my rhythm
So I see em' in the and I, get em'
fuck wit em',
Cause he's half a 'port short of a full on the attack,
Half you just wanna steal my shine
And the other half worth the time

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

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

Spit fire, for hire,
And I'll stop killing till God retires,
I want everybody to the wrath of my flow,
And if you can't feel this the door,
Robbing from the rich and alike I don't care,
Walk into times and leave a bomb there,
Fuck us and try to come get us,
here and right now
I'm blow like...

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

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