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

Well you juggle that junk in the mix
I been the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more so up?
by me, Im gonna hold my nutz up!
It's fine ta you wit dat(wit dat)
I some skank let me hit dat(hit dat)
I'm J and I'm one to fake
I wanna see folded up skank bitches naked!
I pass out when it dark
and woke up at the Clark Park
go gotta go before I get the wrap!
Gotta chopped off head in my lap!
Mister shrink, shrink I'm sick
Luna-tic-tic-toc it quit
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 know
to tha neck and I got some mo'
The of the axe, the night of the .44
Bitch I'm a man you can ta'
But after you Im'a stalk ya
and if you're a kid Im'a take ya
and if you're a neck Im'a ya
and if an old lady Im'a mug ya
'cause BITCH!, YA CAN'T WITH THE JUGGLA!

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

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

Running a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
up bitch, ah, what's up ho?
Sometimes you act like you ain't
With a psychotic clown
Fucking my friends ain't
'cause I you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that 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 paint my tag on they
your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit clowns in a Volkswagon
And we coming straight to your house
I'm a huff, and puff, and blow fuckin' neck loose
And then I mug ya
'cause will be no fucking with the Juggla!!!

eyeballs, juggling heads
What you've heard about, you've read
The juggling wicked clowns will come to
party, wedding, and barmitzva
And cut your back off for a fee
The juggla ain't taking no shorts from

and tweedle-doh
Let the bass go

And the make it last
Down with 2 and try n' get trashed
My fellow fellas
Southwest gangster
J, the psychopathic
Some say I'm schitsofrantic
Others think I'm quite the
But the bitches like it

What's up bitch, let me get the
here and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I like this, that
Why are you that, like 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 and cut and hack
a "Kick Me" sign on my back
In my is scyne therapy
take care of me, but don't stare at me
'cause like I I'll mug ya
Now run on and don't fuck with the Juggla!!!

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

Juggla juggla with the juggla
You fuck with the juggla

and tweedle-doh
Let the bass go!