Luyện nghe bài hát My Funhouse

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

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

where 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
and twisting, rolling and bumping
The dead fuck next to ya is trying to ya somethin'
Listen close, you can 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 head is spinning 360
Richie, richie,
here"

"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm
Wicked running the funhouse
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 luck of the
J's gonna have to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send motherfucker off to the next room
Crash through the doors on the spinny trail
Through a loop-de-loop and a big nail
through his left eye and out the back of his head, is he dead?

No, 'cuz he has to go to the next
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 stick your
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's
You act like whipping on your ass, funny?
And the ride of your only 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 little tribute to the of the south
We take a chicken, shove it in your mouth
And we stuff it down your throat 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 need your body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, up my funhaugh