Luyện nghe bài hát Piggy Pie (old School)

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

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

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

Walked in the 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 made me laugh

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

Three little piggies, to make a 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 piggy snacks

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

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

Now in pursuit, like Starski and Hutch
But only two of them, the rest are out to lunch
They call up Doughnuts to gather up the rest
Twenty five 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 swallowed by their very on greed
Dark and wicked clowns, 'cuz we need

little 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 snacks

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

The last piggy, his house is made of gold
He lives in a 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 beat it with a

People in my city, fightin' for their meals
He sleeps on a matress, with hundred dollar bills
A Richey is the devil, he will admit it
So I'mma cut his hand off and slap his face it

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

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