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

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

The doctor told me I'm a
So I ate his like I don't know
Knife to tha and I got some mo'
The of the axe, the night of the .44
I'm a man you can talk ta'
But after you leave Im'a ya
and if you're a lil' kid 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 WITH THE JUGGLA!

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

'cause ya know the juggla will ya up fast
And if I drop you that's ass
I shake and twist, try to keep
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 the south

Running with a of twenty street hoods, yo
What's up bitch, ah, up ho?
you act like you ain't down
With a psychotic clown
my friends ain't healthy
'cause I you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch the way it is
I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in biz
Sets in the hood me for dead
So I paint my tag on they
your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit twenty in a Volkswagon
And we coming straight to your house
I'm a huff, and puff, and your fuckin' neck loose
And I might mug ya
'cause they're be no fucking with the Juggla!!!

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

Tweedle-dee and
Let the bass go

And the juggla it last
Down 2 Dope and try n' get trashed
My fucking fellas
Southwest gangster
J, the psychopathic
Some say I'm schitsofrantic
Others I'm quite the psychic
But somehow the like it

up bitch, let me get the shot
Right and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I like this, that
Why are you like that, this
The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it

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

Finally happened, the wicked clown have to your town
And he's got your daughter by the
Showing her a new
The southwest ghetto zone, all the jugglas roam
Come one, come all and the juggla cut your face off
to the lou

Juggla juggla with the juggla
You fuck with the juggla

Tweedle-dee and
Let the fucking go!