Luyện nghe bài hát CHICCEN TALK

[Verse 1: Cuz
All my professionals
All my special
Tap in connect you
Chicken from Zesto's
Track pants the retros
At the on Gresham Road
I don't around at the Texaco
I got the, I got the for sale
all my niggas in jail, I'll rot in a cell 'fore I tell
Now you know my dawg illegal, so my dawg can't his face
If I don't provide no doubt, the judge won't throw my case
Trap shit check, check
Fuck you pussy niggas, a pap smear check
Cuffin' on your bitch, she is not arrest
Better this shit to trial, I am not gonna confess
Look at my ex, look at my next, of 'em bad, whole lotta ass
Lil bitty breast, I'm finna wreck, no
Gettin' caught in the act is my regret
in the 'jects, I don't fold under stress
Good in the bluff, I'm at on the 'crest
Get popped a quiz, I am not one to test
Live on the road, like my name Johnny
C safe it's a boobie trap, the feds tracked me usin' maps
And the company, let 'em do the tap
T-Mobile, that make you a rat
Speed racer, do the max
Keep it movin' like the app
I'm on Elm Street like Freddie Kruger
Blowin' gas, this that super pack

[Chorus: Cuz
Chiccen talk like Popeye's, heatin' up the
counter-clockwise, beatin' up the bowl
Yeen said shit slick, slime wipe your
Screen door still swangin', trap close

Cuz Lightyear]
Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, up the bowl
Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, up the bowl
Beat up the bowl, call my connect, up the load
Water Pyrex, up the stove
Cook up yams, eat 'em up whole
Play wit my check, get hit wit pole

[Verse 2: Killer
My name is kill, I'm the 'ville
I'm whippin' muscle, fuck a
I got your bitch, she on a
She suckin' dick, oh what a
for what, not really for me
I had to teach her, stop using her
Watch when you again, bet you gone see
All of compliments, come back to me
I'm in the flame, least 3 a week
Maybe all 7, if I'm runnin' Sleep
Shhhh, bitch I ain't runnin' my mouth,
I am runnin' the south, yeah
Bitch I talkin' 'bout records, yeah
Bitch I get elected, yeah
What you know move elections
And still got a brick on his hoe

[Chorus: Cuz
Chiccen like Popeye's, heatin' up the stove
counter-clockwise, beatin' up the bowl
Yeen said shit slick, wipe your nose
Screen still swangin', trap don't close

3: Cuz Lightyear]
Beat up the bowl, up the bowl, beat up the bowl
up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl
Beat up the bowl, call my connect, up the load
Water Pyrex, up the stove
Cook up them yams, eat 'em up
wit my check, get hit wit that pole
Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the
Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, up the bowl
up the bowl, ice on my neck, mouth full of gold
Drip when I juug, out Vlone
Stunt 'til I'm dead, when I'm gone
Chasing this chiccen, nothin' for hoes

Cuz Lightyear]
Chiccen talk Popeye's, heatin' up the stove
Wrist counter-clockwise, up the bowl
Yeen said shit slick, slime your nose
Screen still swangin', trap don't close