Luyện nghe bài hát Feel This

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

[Jamie
to a tone re-adjust ear drums
Highly intelligent for a species dumb,
Numb from the neck up as I perform
And through the we acquire we are re-born,
It's intense as we commence to the shit
Spittin' verbal milk while you suckin' a tit
Inconsiderate to trying to elevate
intermingling with the venomous snakes
Fuck that you can go on and slither
Simple minded mutha fuckas swiping sugars from our
Who made the sky red and the sun
And spoke the word of light to enlighten the of everyone
Ummm... I believe us
And the mics are on, and we bust
It an adrenalin rush
To your dome and mine too and behind you
As long as you keep it Twiztid we'll be beside you

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

Riding by windows shakin' while I'm by
Got a big TV in the front for I,
With a DVD player porno nonstop,
I'm so high
I don't wanna drive
So I in the back of my ex-girl's 4x4,
Can you feel you bitch?
And of fact
You can eat a dick and piss,
Feel this like you my dick all up in your mouth
Like the shit you
but a poisonous snake
Trying to 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 bitches just wanna my shine
And the other ain't worth the time

I want you to this,
This pain, this hate, even if you pretend to relate
Feel
Can you feel
Can you, can you this?

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

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

x2]
I you to feel this,
This pain, this hate, even if you pretend to relate
this
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