Luyện nghe bài hát Feel This

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

Madrox]
Speak to a tone re-adjust ear
Highly for a species labeled dumb,
from the neck up zone as I perform
And through the we acquire 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 with the venomous
that you can go on and slither away
Simple minded mutha swiping sugars from our Kool-Aid
Who the sky red and swallowed the sun
And spoke the word of light to the mass of everyone
Ummm... I believe us
And the mics are on, and we bust
It like an rush
To your dome and too and everyone behind you
As long as you keep it Twiztid we'll always be you

x2]
I you to feel this,
This pain, this hate, even if you 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 crashed in the back of my 4x4,
Can you feel you bitch?
And matter of
You can eat a and drink piss,
Feel this you felt my dick all up in your mouth
Like the you spit
but a poisonous snake
Trying to steal my
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 bitches wanna steal my shine
And the other half worth the time

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

[Jamie
spit 'til you see the grit of the mic,
Cause you're in the zone
You don't care if they do or don't
Your flow and no I don't 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 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 never stop killing God retires,
I everybody to feel the wrath of my flow,
And if you feel this there's the door,
from the rich and poor alike I don't care,
Walk into square and leave a bomb there,
with us and try to come get us,
Right and right now
I'm blow like...

x2]
I you to feel this,
This pain, hate, even 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,
the front to the back,
Juggalo, juggalo, juggalo,
From the to the back,
Juggalo,
From the to the back