Luyện nghe bài hát Fairytalez

This is the story of three little
And the damage that they did, pig number one was white
Thought everything he did was right, the of self
Pink skin terror and wealth, just shit up for self

Rolled up on a pig named
A skinned pig convinced him they was one of a kind
The swine for the short tail
But no way in hell was that stale

chicken eggs, hit 'em in the mud that they lay
When it hatched, it was of another shade
The stone age, the origin of aids in the age
There was a pig, skin was
He cleaned up the and they filthy acts

If not they was be to sent back
But trouble come first, stale shit got
Consumers of swine are now
The exile meant from 'Bylon, three on
The shores of north hoof
they celebrated thanksgiving with the wolf

When I was young they was feeding me
And goes on until I'm old and gray
When I was young was feeding me fairytalz
And this on until I'm old and gray

There was a man, a poor man, a beggar, and a thief
Now each had a different hustle to get to eat
The rich man was paid, 'cause the poor man was
Like a slave, he only him, minimum wage

The poor man endured this, for his four sons
His daughter and his wife, 'cause he sought a life
His laid him off on the 4th of December
He sold sweatshirts and boxer shorts, to keep his

Now deep in the winter, he got pneumonia, from a
This ended all of the little that he controlled
He was troubled in his soul, he couldn't sleep he eat
But by his side was a strong woman, not taking

She and begged the rich man, for the hubby
Who fifteen years of his life, for the company
Conversation was brief, with no relief in
Then she unleashed her sons into the night

They robbed rich man blind
fled over the borderline, escaping with all the cream
But still could not the mind see
is a dangerous game and it seems cash rule eventually
Authored

I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And goes on until I'm old and gray
When I was they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on I'm old and gray

The rich man's soul turned to dust the lust
To control as much fluff, his cold touched
The old fart up, with goals to be the fly kid
With the golden midas,

Smokin' dutches he ignited at will
Usin' hundred dollar the big will, up until, he collided
With fate, had a stroke chokin' on some stake
This was fatal as hell was not bein' able to take his
to the cradle

Jack and Jill ran up the
said, "I never ran, never will, 'cause I'm from Brownsville"
But still, the provider, the outsider had beef
With Peter Piper 'cause his girl Goldilox put stocks in his

On the brick road he lost control
Got for runnin' down the scarecrow, on the loose
Runnin' from hot pursuit, by Dr. Seuss
hard on his jock, when Pete got blasted by the keystone cops

When I was they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and
When I was young they was me fairytalz
And this on until I'm old and gray

I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And goes on until I'm old and gray
When I was young was feeding me fairytalz
And goes on until I'm old and gray