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

Well you juggle that junk in the mix
I been down the and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few so what's up?
Road by me, Im gonna hold my 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 see some folded up skank bitches naked!
I out when it gets dark
and woke up naked at the Park
Gotta go gotta go I get the wrap!
Gotta chopped off chillin' in my lap!
shrink, mister shrink I'm sick
Luna-tic-tic-toc it don't
It don't quit, it don't
shrink I'm sick, a luna-ticy-tic

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 night of the axe, the of the .44
Bitch I'm a man you can ta'
But after you Im'a stalk ya
and if you're a lil' kid take ya
and if a neck Im'a break ya
and if you're an old Im'a mug ya
'cause BITCH!, YA CAN'T FUCK THE JUGGLA!

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

'cause ya know the juggla throw ya up fast
And if I you that's your ass
I and twist, try to keep calm
I might go to hell 'cause I'm down with
Gotta rhyme for 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
What's up bitch, ah, up ho?
you act like you ain't down
With a psychotic clown
Fucking my ain't 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 paint my tag on forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my
You can fit twenty clowns in a
And we coming straight to your house
I'm a huff, and puff, and blow fuckin' neck loose
And I might mug ya
they're will be no fucking with the Juggla!!!

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

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 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 that, like this
The ghetto took my brain and I want it back

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

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

Juggla juggla fuck with the
You fuck with the juggla

and tweedle-doh
Let the bass go!