Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

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

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

That's where you get by seventeen clowns
For the seventeen dead never found
And they jump on back until your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the tracks
and twisting, rolling and bumping
The dead next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin'
Listen close, you can 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 is spinning 360 degrees
Richie, richie,
here"

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

Pick a card, any card, any card, a joker's card
Sorry, bitch, the luck of the
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
Through a loop-de-loop and into a big
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 because of your ways
You like to sit and at people when they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh I stick your mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's
You act like whipping on your ass, ain't
And the ride of your life only faster
Off to the

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