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 my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, looks we got another
He'd like to go for a on the neck cutter
Straight to the for the next spectacular
Just to know, it's a dead body next to ya

Get ready for the carnival
Should of cut little faggot ass in the hills
Boom, the door into the room, you gotta check it out
It's where we cut fingers off and stick 'em in your mouth
That should show you that you greedy rich fuck
If bucking with the juggla you're a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two 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 and push you down the deli tracks
Spinning and twisting, rolling and
The fuck 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 360 degrees
Richie, richie,
here"

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

Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card, a joker's
Sorry, bitch, the luck of the
Violent J's gonna have to ice jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send that motherfucker off to the next
Crash through the doors on the windy 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, he has to go to the next phase
It's the room of giggles because of your
You like to sit and laugh at people they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I stick mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, funny
You act like whipping on ass, ain't funny?
And the ride of your life gets faster
Off to the

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