Luyện nghe bài hát My Fun House

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

Get for the carnival thrills
Should of cut little faggot ass in the hills
Boom, through the door into the room, you gotta it out
It's where we cut your 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 your mouth and two out your nose
Further down the hall, the with jokeros

That's where you get by wicked clowns
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 next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin'
Listen close, you can make it out
"Bitch, you ain't shit in my funhouse"

"Help me, I'm trapped in here, 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
clowns running the funhouse
Ain't no way to get out the killer
Gets your cut like a man"

a card, any card, any motherfucking card, a joker's 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
through the doors on the windy spinny trail
Through a and into 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 phase
It's the room of because of your ways
You like to sit and at people when they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh I stick your mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's
You act like whipping on your ass, ain't
And the ride of your life only gets
Off to the

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