Luyện nghe bài hát Piggy Pie (old School)

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

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

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

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

Axe in hand, I like the dead
And swung with all my might, made a noise in his head
Since we out west, I a shotgun
And blew his fuckin tounge, out the of his cranium

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

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

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

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

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

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

Three little piggies, to make a 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, and get your piggy snacks

The last little piggy, his house is of gold
He in a mansion on his own private road
I started walking it, the guard he told me wait
I snapped his neck in two and slammed his nuts in the gate

'Cuz little piggy must definitely die
off and toss it in the sky
And then I watch the moon the form of the devil
And it out the sky and beat it with a shovel

People in my city, they for their meals
He sleeps on a matress, stuffed with hundred bills
A Richey is the devil, he never will it
So cut his hand off and slap his face wit' it

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

Three 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
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