Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

Rich in trouble
Car broke on a drive through the ghetto
All the weird people, you get the fuck out
Need to use the phone, into my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, looks like we got
He'd to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for the next
Just to know, it's a body sittin' next to ya

Get ready for the carnival
Should of cut your 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 show you that you greedy little rich fuck
If you're bucking the juggla you're a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your
down the hall, the room with jokeros

That's you get by seventeen wicked clowns
For the seventeen bodies never found
And they jump on back until your ribs crack
Toss you in the and push you down the deli tracks
and twisting, rolling and bumping
The dead fuck next to ya is to tell ya somethin'
Listen close, you can barely 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 what I'm
Wicked clowns the funhouse
no way to get out until the killer
Gets your neck cut a man"

Pick a card, any card, any card, a joker's card
Sorry, bitch, the of the draw
J's gonna have to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
that motherfucker off to the next room
Crash the doors on the windy spinny trail
Through a loop-de-loop and into a big
Straight through his left eye and out the back of his head, is he

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

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