Luyện nghe bài hát Feel This

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Juggalo clap,
Juggalo clap,
From the front to the
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Juggalo clap,
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From the to the back
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From the front to the
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Madrox]
Speak to a tone ear drums
Highly intelligent for a species dumb,
Numb from the neck up zone as I
And through the we acquire we are re-born,
It's as we commence to dispense the shit
Spittin' verbal milk you suckin' a sour tit
Inconsiderate to competitors to elevate
Intermixing intermingling with the snakes
Fuck you can go on and slither away
Simple minded mutha fuckas 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 when the are on, and we bust
It an adrenalin rush
To your and mine too and everyone behind you
As long as you keep it Twiztid we'll be beside you

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

Riding by windows shakin' I'm passing by
Got a big TV in the front for I,
With a DVD player porno nonstop,
I'm so fuckin'
I wanna drive anymore
So I in the back of my ex-girl's 4x4,
Can you feel you bitch?
And of fact
You can eat a dick and piss,
Feel this like you my dick all up in your mouth
Like the you spit
Nothing but a snake
Trying to my rhythm
So I see em' in the and I, get em'
fuck wit em',
Cause half a 'port short of a full pack on the attack,
Half you bitches wanna steal my shine
And the half ain't 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
Don't spit 'til you see the of the mic,
when you're in the zone
You care if they do or don't like
Your flow and no I don't hold no 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 your
Cause they phony like them 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 this the door,
from the rich 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 gonna like...

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

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,
the front to the back