Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

Rich in trouble
Car broke down on a drive through the
All the weird people, you gotta get the out
to use the phone, step into my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, like we got another
He'd 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
Should of cut your little ass in the hills
Boom, the door into the room, you gotta check it out
It's where we cut your fingers off and stick 'em in your
That should show you that you greedy rich fuck
If you're bucking with the juggla you're a dead
Eight fingers in mouth and two sticking out your nose
down the hall, the room with jokeros

That's you get by seventeen wicked clowns
For the dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back until your crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the tracks
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 ain't 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, fuck you, yeah, what I'm saying
Wicked clowns running the
Ain't no way to get out the killer
Gets your neck cut a man"

Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card, a card
Sorry, bitch, the of the draw
Violent J's gonna have to ice jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
that motherfucker off to the next room
Crash the doors on the windy spinny trail
Through a 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 they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I your mother
the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny
You act like whipping on your ass, ain't
And the ride of your life gets faster
Off to the

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