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 their fortunes

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

I rode into 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 apple out

Walked in the village and to the place
He up his door 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 like the
And swung with all my might, made a thump noise in his
we out west, I grabbed a shotgun
And his fuckin tounge, out the back of his cranium

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

The second 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 Bug, seventeen deep
Packed fulla Juggalos, lights out and we
To the piggy and lay on the horn
First piggy out, we blow his lungs out his

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

We lead them on a chase, bustin' off rounds
But now they all fucked, 'cuz we at the grounds
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 choose a gun, I choose an axe
The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy

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

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

'Cuz this little piggy must die
off and toss it in the sky
And then I watch the take the form of the devil
And pull it out the sky and beat it with a

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

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

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, come and get your piggy
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