Luyện nghe bài hát Piggy Pie (old School)

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

The first piggy, his house is made of wood
He in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood
He likes to fuck his and drink his moonshine
A typical redneck filthy swine

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

Walked in the village and to the place
He opened up his and shot 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 the dead
And swung with all my might, a thump noise in his head
we out west, I grabbed a shotgun
And blew his fuckin tounge, out the of his cranium

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

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

I drive a Volkswagon Bug, seventeen
fulla Juggalos, lights out and we creep
To the piggy station and lay on the
First piggy out, we blow his lungs out his

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

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

Three piggies, to make a piggy pie
nothing like 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 piggy snacks

Three 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, come and get your piggy

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

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

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

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

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