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 break a few more so up?
Road by me, Im gonna my nutz up!
fine ta fuck 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 some folded up skank naked!
I out when it gets dark
and up naked at the Clark Park
Gotta go go before I get the wrap!
Gotta off head chillin' in my lap!
Mister shrink, shrink I'm sick
it don't quit
It don't quit, it don't
Mister shrink I'm sick, a

The told me I'm a psyco
So I ate his face like I don't
Knife to tha neck and I got 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 neck Im'a ya
and if you're an old lady mug ya
'cause BITCH!, YA FUCK WITH THE JUGGLA!

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

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

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 healthy
'cause I grab you by the face and you up
And it's like bitch that's the way it is
I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in biz
in the hood want me for dead
So I my tag on they forehead
your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit twenty clowns in a
And we coming straight to brick 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, juggling
What heard about, what you've read
The wicked clowns will come to your
party, wedding, and barmitzva
And cut back off for a small fee
The juggla ain't no shorts from nobody

and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking go

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

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

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

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

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

Tweedle-dee and
Let the fucking go!