Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

Rich boy's in
Car broke on a drive through the ghetto
All the weird people, you gotta get the out
Need to use the phone, step into my
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 body sittin' next to ya

Get for the carnival thrills
Should of cut your little ass in the hills
Boom, the door into the room, you gotta check 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 bucking with the juggla you're a dead
Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out nose
Further down the hall, the room jokeros

where you get by seventeen wicked clowns
For the seventeen dead bodies found
And they jump on your back until your ribs
Toss you in the and push you down the deli tracks
Spinning and twisting, and bumping
The dead next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin'
close, you can barely make it out
"Bitch, you shit 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, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm
Wicked running the funhouse
Ain't no way to get out the killer
your neck cut like a man"

Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card, a 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 the doors on the windy spinny trail
a loop-de-loop and into a big nail
Straight through his left eye and out the back of his head, is he

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

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