Luyện nghe bài hát Feel This

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

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

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

Riding by windows while I'm passing by
Got a big screen TV in the for I,
a DVD player playing porno nonstop,
I'm so high
I wanna drive anymore
So I crashed in the of my ex-girl's 4x4,
Can you feel that you
And matter of
You can eat a dick and piss,
Feel this like you felt my dick all up in mouth
Like the you spit
but a poisonous snake
Trying to steal my
So I see em' in the and I, get em'
Don't wit em',
Cause half a 'port short of a full pack on the attack,
Half you just wanna steal my shine
And the other half ain't worth the

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

Madrox]
Don't spit 'til you see the of the mic,
Cause you're in the zone
You don't care if they do or like
Your flow and no I don't hold no grudge to
You stay afloat in this 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 they phony like them silicone bags in bras
Step one is it
And two is it off

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

x2]
I want you to this,
This pain, this hate, even if you can't 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