Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

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

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

That's where you get by seventeen wicked
For the seventeen bodies never found
And jump on your back until your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the tracks
Spinning and twisting, and bumping
The dead fuck next to ya is to tell ya somethin'
close, you can barely make 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, fuck you, yeah, know I'm saying
Wicked clowns the funhouse
no way to get out until the killer
Gets your cut like a man"

a card, any card, any motherfucking card, a joker's card
Sorry, bitch, the of the draw
Violent J's gonna have to ice jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send that off to the next room
Crash through the doors on the windy 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 ways
You like to sit and at people when they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me when I stick your mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's
You act like whipping on your ass, ain't
And the ride of life only gets faster
Off to the

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