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 front to the
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From the to the back
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Clap (clap, clap)
the front to the back

[Jamie
Speak to a tone re-adjust ear
intelligent for a species labeled dumb,
Numb from the up zone as I perform
And the energy we acquire 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 intermingling with the snakes
Fuck that you can go on and slither
minded mutha fuckas swiping sugars from our Kool-Aid
Who the sky red and swallowed the sun
And spoke the of light 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 dome and mine too and behind you
As long as you keep it Twiztid we'll be beside you

x2]
I you to feel this,
This pain, this hate, even if you can't pretend to
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 playing nonstop,
I'm so high
I don't drive anymore
So I crashed in the back of my 4x4,
Can you feel you bitch?
And of fact
You can eat a dick and piss,
Feel this you felt my dick all up in your 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 of a full pack on the attack,
Half you bitches wanna steal my shine
And the other half ain't the time

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

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 afloat in time of no hope,
So dance with the on the day of the dead
In the presence of the things that can reside inside of head
Cause they phony like silicone bags in stripper's bras
one is defining it
And two is it off

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

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