Luyện nghe bài hát Fairytalez

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

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

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

If not they was be forced to back
But trouble come first, stale shit got
Consumers of are now cursed
The exile meant 'Bylon, after three on
The shores of America's hoof
When they thanksgiving with the wolf

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

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

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

Now in the winter, he got pneumonia, from a cold
This ended all of the little hustles he controlled
He was troubled in his soul, he couldn't he wouldn't eat
But by his side was a woman, not taking defeat

She pleaded and begged the man, for the hubby
Who gave fifteen years of his life, for the
Conversation was brief, with no in sight
Then she unleashed her four sons into the

robbed that rich man blind
Then fled the borderline, escaping with all the cream
But still not restore the mind see
Life is a dangerous game and it seems rule eventually
Authored

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

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

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

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

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

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

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