Luyện nghe bài hát The Juggla

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

It's fuck 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 skank naked

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

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

The doctor me I'm a psycho
So I ate his face like I know
Knife to the neck and got more
The night of the axe, the night of the fuck

Bitch, I'ma man you can ta
But you leave, I'ma 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 with the Juggla

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

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

Gotta rhyme for Uncle Willy
Then I hit him in the with a Billy
Willy, Willy, watch your
And fuck the

Running with a of twenty street hoods, yo
What's up, bitch, ah, up, ho?
Sometimes you act you ain't down
With a wicked clown

my friends ain't healthy
'Cuz I you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like bitch, that's the way it is
I'm to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz

Sets in the hood 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 your house
huff and puff and blow your fucking neck loose
And then I mug ya
'Cuz they're will be no fucking the Juggla

Juggling eyeballs, juggling
What you've about, what you've read
The juggling wicked clowns come
To your birthday party, and bar mitzvah
And cut back off for a small fee
The Juggla taking no shorts from nobody

Tweedle-dee and
Let the fucking go

And the Juggla it last
Down with 2 Dope and try and get
My fucking fellas
Southwest killas

J, the psychopathic
Some might say I'm
think I'm quite the psychic
But the bitches like it

What's up, bitch? Let me get the
Right here and now, on the spot
Why am I like this, like
Why are you like that, like

The took my brain
And motherfuck, I want it
I'm that in the back of the class
That went and killed your ass
I and cut and hack
a 'Kick me' sign on my back

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

Finally happened, the clown has come to your town
And he's got your by the hand
Showing her a new land, the southwest ghetto
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 fucking go