Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

Rich in trouble
Car down 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 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 body sittin' to ya

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

That's where you get by seventeen wicked
For the dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back until ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the tracks
Spinning and twisting, rolling and
The dead fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya
Listen close, you can make it out
"Bitch, you shit in my electric 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 neck cut like a man"

Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card, a card
Sorry, bitch, the of the draw
J's gonna have to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send that motherfucker off to the 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 of his head, is he dead?

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

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