Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

Rich boy's in
Car broke down on a through the ghetto
All the weird people, you get the fuck out
Need to use the phone, step my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, like we got another
He'd like to go for a ride on the cutter
Straight to the cart for the spectacular
Just to know, it's a dead sittin' next to ya

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

That's where you get by seventeen clowns
For the seventeen bodies never found
And they jump on your until your ribs crack
you in the cart and push you down the deli tracks
Spinning and twisting, and bumping
The dead next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin'
Listen close, you can barely 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 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 luck of the
J's gonna have to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
that motherfucker off to the next room
Crash through the doors on the windy spinny
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
It's the of giggles because of your ways
You like to sit and laugh at people when suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I stick mother
the funhouse, bitch, everything's 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 next room, 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 your with a pitchfork
'Cuz a big gut, that's what you get for it
Now I take your sorry ass and I you out
I don't need your dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, up my funhaugh