Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

Rich in trouble
Car broke on a drive through the ghetto
All the weird people, you get the fuck out
Need to use the phone, step my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, looks like we got
He'd like to go for a ride on the neck
Straight to the cart for the next
to know, it's a dead body sittin' next to ya

Get ready for the thrills
Should of cut little faggot ass in the hills
Boom, through the door the room, you gotta check it out
It's where we cut your fingers off and stick 'em in mouth
That should show you that you greedy rich fuck
If you're with the juggla you're a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your
down the hall, the room with jokeros

That's where you get by seventeen wicked
For the dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back until ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli
Spinning and twisting, rolling and
The dead fuck next to ya is trying to ya somethin'
Listen close, you can make it out
"Bitch, you ain't in my electric funhouse"

"Help me, I'm in here, somebody let me out
Oh my God, ahh"

"Come here, boy
My head is spinning 360
Richie, richie,
here"

"Bitch, you, yeah, know what I'm saying
Wicked clowns running the
no way to get out until the killer
Gets your cut like a man"

Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card, a card
Sorry, bitch, the luck of the
Violent J's have to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
that motherfucker off to the next room
Crash through the doors on the spinny trail
Through a and into a big nail
Straight his left eye and out the back of his head, is he dead?

No, 'cuz he has to go to the phase
It's the room of giggles because of your
You like to sit and laugh at people when suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I stick mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's
You act like whipping on ass, ain't funny?
And the ride of your life only faster
Off to the

I take my bobo gun and blow your fuckin' in
Eh, yo, the next room, called the chicken pen
And a little tribute to the bigots of the south
We a dead chicken, shove it in your mouth
And we stuff it your throat with a pitchfork
'Cuz you're a big gut, what you get for it
Now I take your sorry ass and I you out
I don't need your dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, stinkin' up my