Luyện nghe bài hát Piggy Pie (old School)

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

The first little piggy, his is made of wood
He lives in a chicken turkey piggy
He likes to fuck his 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 sherrif at the border, he tried to me out
I drew my axe with the 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 me off the porch and blew my head in half
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me

Axe in hand, I rose like the
And with all my might, made a thump noise in his head
Since we out west, I grabbed a
And his fuckin tounge, out the back of his cranium

Three little piggies, to make a 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, come and get piggy snacks

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

I drive a Volkswagon Bug, deep
Packed fulla Juggalos, out and we creep
To the piggy and lay on the horn
First piggy out, we blow his lungs out his

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

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

Three 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 in town, come and get your piggy snacks

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

The last little piggy, his is made of gold
He lives in a 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 must definitely die
off and toss it in the sky
And then I the moon 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 sleeps on a matress, stuffed with hundred dollar
A Richey is the devil, he never will it
So cut his hand off and slap his face wit' it

up his door, he sleeping in his bed
I grabbed a of gold and smacked it upside his head
He begged for his life, I told him 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 like a sound, when you a piggy die
I might choose a gun, I choose an axe
The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy
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