Luyện nghe bài hát Piggy Pie (old School)

Once upon a time there three little pigs
Who went out the big world
To build homes and seek their fortunes

The first little piggy, his house is made of
He lives in a chicken turkey piggy
He likes to fuck his sister and his moonshine
A typical redneck fuckin' swine

I rode into town with my axe in my
Everybody knows about the wicked boaster
The at the border, he tried to take me out
I drew my axe with the and cut his Adam's apple out

Walked in the and to the piggy's place
He opened up his door and me in the face
It me off the porch and blew my head in half
But I'm a Juggalo, so it made me laugh

Axe in hand, I rose like the
And swung with all my might, made a thump in his head
Since we out west, I grabbed a
And his fuckin tounge, out the back of his cranium

little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like a sound, you hear a piggy die
I choose a gun, I might choose an axe
The Carnival's in town, come and get your snacks

The second piggy, his house is made of brick
And this little piggy is a mother fuckin'
He lays down his rules and you your rights
In that funny lookin' car the little blinkin' lights

I drive a Bug, seventeen deep
Packed fulla Juggalos, lights out and we
To the piggy station and lay on the
First piggy out, we blow his out his uniform

Now they in pursuit, like Starski and
But there's only two of them, the rest are out to
They call up Dunkon Doughnuts to gather up the
Twenty five piggies with bulletproof vests

We lead on a chase, they bustin' off rounds
But now they all fucked, 'cuz we at the grounds
And they gettin' swallowed by very on greed
Dark and wicked clowns, 'cuz we need

little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like a sound, you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun, I might an axe
The Carnival's in town, and get your piggy snacks

little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like a sound, you hear a piggy die
I choose a gun, I might choose an axe
The in town, come and get your piggy snacks

The last piggy, his house is made of gold
He lives in a on his own private road
I started walking down it, the guard he told me
I snapped his fuckin' in two and slammed his nuts in the gate

'Cuz this piggy must definitely die
[Incomprehensible] off and it in the sky
And then I watch the moon take the form of the
And pull it out the sky and beat it with a

People in my city, they fightin' for their
He sleeps on a matress, stuffed with hundred dollar
A Richey is the devil, he will admit it
So I'mma cut his hand off and slap his face it

up his door, he sleeping in his bed
I a brick of gold and smacked it upside his head
He begged for his life, I told him it's too
And tied his neck in a knot and watch him suffocate 'cuz I

little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing a sound, when you hear a piggy die
I choose a gun, I might choose an axe
The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy
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