Luyện nghe bài hát Piggy Pie (old School)

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

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

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

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

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

Three little piggies, to make a pie
nothing like 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 piggy

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

I drive a Volkswagon Bug, deep
fulla Juggalos, lights out and we creep
To the station 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 rest are out to
call up Dunkon Doughnuts to gather up the rest
Twenty five piggies with bulletproof vests

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

Three piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's like 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

Three little piggies, to 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 piggy snacks

The little piggy, his house is made of gold
He lives in a mansion on his own road
I started down it, the guard he told me wait
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 the moon take the form of the devil
And pull it out the sky and beat it a shovel

People in my city, they fightin' for their
He sleeps on a matress, stuffed hundred dollar bills
A is the devil, he never will admit 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 begged for his life, I told him too late
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, and get your piggy snacks
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