Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

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

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

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

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

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

"Bitch, you, yeah, know what I'm saying
Wicked clowns running the
Ain't no way to get out until the
Gets your neck cut a man"

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

No, 'cuz he has to go to the phase
the room of giggles because of your ways
You like to sit and laugh at people when they
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I stick mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's
You act like whipping on your ass, funny?
And the ride of your only gets faster
Off to the

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