Luyện nghe bài hát Feel This

we go
Juggalo clap,
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From the front to the
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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 for a species labeled dumb,
Numb from the up zone as I perform
And through the energy we we are re-born,
It's intense as we commence to the shit
verbal milk while you suckin' a sour tit
Inconsiderate to competitors to elevate
Intermixing intermingling with the snakes
Fuck that you can go on and away
minded mutha fuckas swiping sugars from our Kool-Aid
Who the sky red and swallowed the sun
And spoke the word of to enlighten the mass of everyone
Ummm... I that's us
And the mics are on, and we bust
It like an rush
To your and mine too and everyone behind you
As as you keep it Twiztid we'll always be beside you

x2]
I you to feel this,
This pain, hate, even if you can't pretend to relate
Feel
Can you this?
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 fuckin'
I don't drive anymore
So I crashed in the back of my 4x4,
Can you feel that you
And of fact
You can eat a and drink piss,
Feel this like you my dick all up in your mouth
Like the you spit
Nothing but a poisonous
Trying to steal my
So I see em' in the and I, get em'
fuck 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 ain't the time

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

Madrox]
Don't 'til you see the grit of the mic,
Cause you're in the zone
You care if they do or don't like
Your flow and no I don't no grudge to those
You stay afloat in this 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
they phony like them silicone 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 feel the of my flow,
And if you can't feel there's the door,
Robbing from the rich and poor alike I care,
Walk into square and leave a bomb there,
Fuck with us and try to get us,
here and right now
I'm gonna like...

x2]
I want you to this,
This pain, this hate, even if you 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