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 broke a few
And I'll a few more so what's up?
Road by me, Im hold my nutz up!
It's fine ta 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 skank naked!
I out when it gets dark
and woke up naked at the Clark
Gotta go go before I get the wrap!
Gotta off head chillin' in my lap!
shrink, mister 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 told me I'm a psyco
So I ate his face I don't know
Knife to tha neck and I got mo'
The night of the axe, the of the .44
Bitch I'm a man you can ta'
But you leave Im'a stalk ya
and if a lil' kid Im'a take ya
and if you're a neck 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 motherfucking out
You can see this freak at the world famous Carnival of Carnage
juggling, motherfucker!

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

Running a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
up bitch, ah, what's up ho?
Sometimes you act like you down
With a wicked clown
Fucking my friends healthy
'cause I you by the face and fuck you up
And like that bitch that's the way it is
I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in biz
Sets in the hood want me for
So I paint my tag on forehead
Stick your 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit clowns in a Volkswagon
And we coming to your brick house
I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck
And I might mug ya
'cause they're will be no with the Juggla!!!

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

and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking go

And the juggla it last
Down with 2 Dope and try n' get
My fellow fellas
Southwest killas
J, the psychopathic
Some might say I'm
think I'm quite the psychic
But somehow the like it

What's up bitch, let me get the
Right and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I this, like 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 your ass
I slash and cut and
a "Kick Me" sign on my back
In my corner is therapy
They care of me, but don't stare at me
'cause like I said 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
her a new land
The southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas
Come one, come all and have the juggla cut your off
to the lou

Juggla fuck with the juggla
You fuck with the juggla

Tweedle-dee and
Let the fucking go!