Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

Rich in trouble
Car broke down on a drive the ghetto
All the weird people, you gotta get the 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 cart for the spectacular
Just to know, it's a dead sittin' next to ya

Get for the carnival thrills
of cut your little faggot 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 rich fuck
If you're bucking with the juggla you're a duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out nose
down the hall, the room with jokeros

That's you get by seventeen wicked clowns
For the seventeen dead never found
And they jump on your back until ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli
Spinning and twisting, and bumping
The dead fuck 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 is spinning 360 degrees
Richie, richie,
here"

"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know I'm saying
clowns 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 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 back of his head, is he

No, 'cuz he has to go to the next
It's the room of giggles of your ways
You like to sit and laugh at when 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 your ass, ain't
And the of your life only gets faster
Off to the

I my bobo gun and blow your fuckin' mouth in
Eh, yo, the room, it's 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 throat with a pitchfork
'Cuz you're a big gut, what you get for it
Now I take your sorry ass and I you out
'Cuz I don't need your dead body stinkin' up my
Funhouse, stinkin' up my