Luyện nghe bài hát The Juggla

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

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

I pass out when it gets
And woke up naked at the Park
go, gotta get before I get the wrap
Gotta off head, chilling 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 face like I know
Knife to the neck and got some
The night of the axe, the night of the fuck

Bitch, man you can talk ta
But after you leave, stalk ya
If a little kid, I'ma take ya
And if you're neck, break ya
If an old lady, I'ma mug ya
'Cuz bitch, you can't fuck with the

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

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

Gotta rhyme for Uncle Willy
Then I hit him in the with a Billy
Willy, Willy, watch 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
a psychotic wicked clown

Fucking my friends ain't
'Cuz 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 my tag on they forehead
Stick little 'kay by my tagging'
You can fit twenty clowns in a

And we coming straight to brick house
I'ma huff and puff and blow your fucking loose
And then I mug ya
'Cuz they're will be no fucking 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 bass go

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

J, the psychopathic
Some might say I'm
Others think I'm quite the
But the bitches 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 like that, this?

The ghetto my brain
And motherfuck, I it back
I'm that in the back of the class
That went psycho and killed ass
I slash and cut and
With a 'Kick me' on my back

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

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

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