Luyện nghe bài hát Piggy Pie (old School)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I drive a Volkswagon Bug, deep
Packed fulla Juggalos, out and we creep
To the station and lay on the horn
First piggy out, we his lungs out his uniform

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

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

Three little piggies, to a piggy pie
There's like a sound, when you hear a piggy die
I choose a gun, I might choose an axe
The in town, come and get your piggy snacks

little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's like a sound, when 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 lives in a mansion on his own road
I started walking down it, the guard he 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 the moon take the form of the devil
And pull it out the sky and beat it a shovel

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

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

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