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,
the front to the back
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(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 species dumb,
Numb the neck up zone as I perform
And through the energy we we are re-born,
It's intense as we to dispense the shit
Spittin' verbal milk you suckin' a sour tit
to competitors trying to elevate
Intermixing with the venomous snakes
Fuck that you can go on and slither
Simple minded mutha fuckas swiping sugars from our
Who the sky red and swallowed the sun
And spoke the word of light to enlighten the mass of
Ummm... I that's us
And when the mics are on, and we
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 want you to this,
This pain, this hate, even if you pretend to relate
Feel
Can you this?
Can you, can you this?

Riding by windows while I'm passing by
Got a big screen TV in the for I,
With a DVD player porno nonstop,
I'm so high
I don't drive anymore
So I in the back of my ex-girl's 4x4,
Can you feel that you
And of fact
You can eat a and drink piss,
Feel this like you felt my dick all up in mouth
Like the shit you
Nothing but a poisonous
Trying to my rhythm
So I see em' in the and I, get em'
Don't wit em',
Cause he's half a 'port short of a pack on the attack,
Half you bitches just wanna my shine
And the other ain't worth the time

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

[Jamie
spit 'til you see the grit of the mic,
Cause you're in the zone
You don't if they do or don't like
flow and no I don't hold no grudge to those
You stay afloat in this of no hope,
So with the spirits on the day of the dead
In the presence of the things that can inside of your head
Cause they phony like them silicone bags in bras
one is defining it
And two is it off

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

x2]
I you to feel this,
This pain, this hate, even if you pretend to relate
Feel
Can you this?
Can you, can you this?

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