Luyện nghe bài hát My Funhouse

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

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

That's where you get by seventeen wicked
For the dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back until ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you the deli tracks
Spinning and twisting, rolling and
The dead next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin'
Listen close, you can barely it out
"Bitch, you ain't shit in my funhouse"

"Help me, I'm in here, somebody let me out
Oh my God, ahh"

"Come here, boy
My is spinning 360 degrees
Richie, richie,
here"

"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, what I'm saying
Wicked clowns running the
no way to get out until the killer
Gets your neck cut a man"

a card, any card, any motherfucking card, a joker's card
Sorry, bitch, the of the draw
Violent J's gonna have to ice jaw
Snap, bang, snip,
Send that motherfucker off to the next
Crash through the on the windy 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, he has to go to the next phase
It's the of giggles because of your ways
You like to sit and laugh at when they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me when I stick your mother
the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny
You act whipping on your ass, ain't funny?
And the ride of your life only 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 it's a little to the bigots of the south
We take a dead chicken, it in your mouth
And we it down your throat with a pitchfork
'Cuz you're a big gut, that's you get for it
Now I take your sorry ass and I you out
'Cuz I don't your dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, up my funhaugh