Luyện nghe bài hát The Juggla

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Well, you know the jumped in the mixer
Been down the and I broke a few necks
And break a few more, so what's up?
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my up

It's finna you wit dat
But if you a skank, let me hit dat
'Cuz I'm J, ain't even one to fake it
I wanna see some folded up bitches naked

I pass out when it gets
And woke up at the Clark Park
go, gotta get before I get the wrap
Gotta chopped off head, in my lap

Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm
Lunatick-tick-tock, it quit
It don't quit, it quit
Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a

The told me I'm a psycho
So I ate his like I don't know
Knife to the neck and got more
The night of the axe, the of the forty fuck

Bitch, I'ma man you can ta
But after you leave, I'ma ya
If you're a little kid, take ya
And if neck, I'ma break ya
If an old lady, I'ma mug ya
'Cuz bitch, you fuck 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 freak show at the world
Carnival of Carnage, keep juggling,

ya know the Juggla will throw ya up fast
And if I drop you, that's ass
I and twist, try to keep calm
I might go to Hell I'm down with Esham

rhyme for your Uncle Willy
Then I hit him in the head with a
Willy, Willy, your mouth
And the south

Running with a 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 healthy
'Cuz I grab you by the and fuck you up
And it's that bitch, that's the way it is
I'm to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz

Sets in the hood want me for
So I paint my tag on they
your little 'kay by my tagging'
You can fit clowns in a Volkswagen

And we straight to your brick house
I'ma and puff and blow your fucking neck loose
And then I mug ya
'Cuz they're will be no with the Juggla

Juggling eyeballs, juggling
you've heard about, what you've read
The juggling wicked clowns come
To birthday party, wedding and bar mitzvah
And cut your off for a small fee
The ain't taking no shorts from nobody

and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking go

And the Juggla make it
Down with 2 and try and get trashed
My fellow fucking
Southwest gangster

Violent J, the
might say I'm schizofrantic
Others think I'm the psychic
But the bitches like it

up, bitch? Let me get the shot
Right here and now, butt-naked on the
Why am I this, like that?
Why are you like that, like

The ghetto took my
And motherfuck, I it back
I'm that nerd in the back of the
That went and killed your ass
I and cut and hack
With a 'Kick me' on my back

In my is scyne therapy
They take of me but don't stare at me
like I said I'll mug ya
Now run on home and don't with the Juggla

Finally happened, the wicked clown has come to town
And he's got your daughter by the
her a new land, the southwest ghetto zone
Where all the Jugglas roam, one, come all
And the Juggla cut your face off, skip to the lou

Juggla, Juggla, fuck with the
You can't fuck the Juggla
and tweedle-doh
Let the bass go