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
Need to use the phone, step into my
Hey yo, dope, like we got another
like to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for the spectacular
Just to know, it's a body sittin' next to ya

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

That's where you get by wicked clowns
For the seventeen dead bodies never
And they jump on your until your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you the deli tracks
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 360 degrees
Richie, richie,
here"

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

No, 'cuz he has to go to the phase
the room 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 stick mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's
You act like whipping on your ass, ain't
And the ride of your only gets faster
Off to the

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