Luyện nghe bài hát Joker & The Juggler / Let Me Go

Well you never juggle that in the mix
I been down the road and I a few necks
And I'll break a few more so up?
Road by me, Im gonna hold my up!
It's fine ta you wit dat(wit dat)
I hear some let me hit dat(hit dat)
I'm J and I'm one to fake
I wanna see folded up skank bitches naked!
I out when it gets dark
and woke up naked at the Clark
Gotta go go before I get the wrap!
chopped off head chillin' in my lap!
Mister shrink, mister I'm sick
Luna-tic-tic-toc it don't
It don't quit, it don't
Mister I'm sick, a luna-ticy-tic

The doctor me I'm a psyco
So I ate his face like I don't
Knife to tha and I got some mo'
The night of the axe, the of the .44
I'm a man you can talk ta'
But you leave Im'a stalk ya
and if a lil' kid Im'a take ya
and if you're a Im'a break ya
and if you're an old lady mug ya
'cause BITCH!, YA CAN'T FUCK THE JUGGLA!

Yes, and gentlemen, he is...the juggla
He'll cut windpipe, eat your face
And slit your heart out
You can see this show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage
juggling, motherfucker!

'cause ya know the juggla throw ya up fast
And if I drop you your ass
I and twist, try to keep calm
I might go to hell I'm down with Esham
Gotta rhyme for Uncle Willy
I hit him in the head with a Billy
Willy, Willy, watch mouth
And fuck the

Running with a gang of street hoods, yo
up bitch, ah, what's up ho?
Sometimes you act like you ain't
a psychotic wicked clown
Fucking my friends ain't
I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch the way it is
I'm to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for
So I paint my tag on forehead
Stick your little by my taggin'
You can fit twenty clowns in a
And we coming straight to your house
I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck
And I might mug ya
they're will be no fucking with the Juggla!!!

Juggling eyeballs, juggling
What you've heard about, what you've
The wicked clowns will come to your
party, wedding, and barmitzva
And cut back off for a small fee
The juggla ain't taking no shorts nobody

Tweedle-dee and
Let the bass go

And the juggla make it
with 2 Dope and try n' get trashed
My fellow fellas
Southwest killas
Violent J, the
Some say I'm schitsofrantic
Others I'm quite the psychic
But somehow the bitches it

What's up bitch, let me get the
Right here and now, butt-naked on the
Why am I like this, that
Why are you like that, like
The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I it back

I'm that in the back of the class
That went psycho and killed ass
I and cut and hack
With a "Kick Me" sign on my
In my corner is therapy
They take care of me, but don't at me
'cause I said I'll mug ya
Now run on and don't fuck with the Juggla!!!

Finally happened, the wicked have come to your town
And got your daughter by the hand
her a new land
The southwest ghetto zone, where all the roam
Come one, all and have the juggla cut your face off
to the lou

Juggla juggla fuck the juggla
You can't with the juggla

and tweedle-doh
Let the bass go!