Luyện nghe bài hát Piggy Pie (old School)

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

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

I rode town with my axe in my holster
Everybody about the wicked piggy boaster
The sherrif at the border, he tried to me out
I drew my axe with the quickness and cut his apple out

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

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

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, and get your piggy snacks

The second little piggy, his house is made of
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 a Volkswagon Bug, seventeen deep
Packed fulla Juggalos, 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 Starski and
But there's only two of them, the are out to lunch
They call up Dunkon Doughnuts to gather up the
Twenty five piggies with their vests

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

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

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

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

'Cuz this piggy must definitely die
off and toss 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

People in my city, they fightin' for meals
He sleeps on a matress, stuffed with dollar bills
A Richey is the devil, he will admit it
So I'mma cut his off and slap his face 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 it's too
And tied his neck in a knot and watch him suffocate 'cuz I

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