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

Well you juggle that junk in the mix
I been down the road and I broke a few
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 pass out it gets dark
and woke up at the Clark Park
go gotta go before I get the wrap!
Gotta chopped off head in my lap!
shrink, mister shrink 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
to tha neck 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 Im'a mug ya
'cause BITCH!, YA CAN'T WITH THE JUGGLA!

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

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

Running with a gang of street hoods, yo
What's up bitch, ah, up ho?
Sometimes you act you ain't down
With a psychotic wicked
Fucking my 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 to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood me for dead
So I paint my tag on they
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' loose
And I might mug ya
'cause they're will be no fucking the Juggla!!!

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

and tweedle-doh
Let the bass go

And the juggla it last
Down with 2 and try n' get trashed
My fucking fellas
Southwest killas
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 my brain and motherfuck I want it back

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

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

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

and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking go!