Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin'

Where's that motherfucker at man? Damn, about 10 days man
Hey, hey man, here man
Yeah, can I do for you, boy?
man, uh, lemme get one of those chicken necks

Chicken neck, man, a red ass neck
A red what? chicken, what?
Red ass neck like your's man
Like
Yeah,

Well, I'm down a southern trail
I'm chicken huntin'
Chopping redneck chicken necks, I ain't nothing
To the stuck my barrel in his eye

Boom shacka boom shacka jumps in the sky
Why I never liked pot pie?
Or the chopped chicken on
So, tell Mr. Bob I'm a cut his neck up

Slice, poke, chop, stab, cut
What can you do a drunken hillbilly?
Cut his fucking eyes out and them to his Aunt Milly
Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting love it

Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, nuggets
Laid out all the grass
Then his hound dog will eat them up fast
Last as as you can my man
'Cause when that chicken head the fan, you got

Blood, guts, fingers and
Blood, guts, and toes
Blood, guts, and toes
Sitting front row at the show so

Who's going huntin'? We's going chicken huntin'
Who's going huntin'? We's going chicken huntin'
Who's chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin'
Cut a motherfucking up, right

Who's chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin'
Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken
Who's chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin'
Cut a chicken up, right

Let me get a chicken sandwich with
I'm wreck on a chicken neck
Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob
'Cause I chop motherfucking rednecks

in his yard tell me what did I see
I seen a chicken boy a sheep
I say, "Mister mister, what the fuck you to do?"
Ah, bobbity boo

in your mouth, bullets in your head
The of your neck's all over the shed
Boom shacka boom chop bang
I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no

To cut a chicken, clicking
Blow off his but his feet still kicking
Last as as you can my man
'Cause that chicken head hits the fan there's

Blood, guts, and toes
Blood, guts, fingers and
Blood, guts, and toes
Sittin' row at the chicken show so

Who's going chicken We's going chicken huntin'
Who's going chicken huntin'? going chicken huntin'
Who's going huntin'? We's going chicken huntin'
Cut a chicken up, right

going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin'
Who's chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin'
going chicken huntin'? We's going chicken huntin'
Cut a chicken up, right

Went to Kentucky, I got
Met hog callin' bitch named Bucky
Riding on a chicken, a sow
Hittin' switches in a drop top low ride plow

fella, moonshine sella
Hang him by his bone, chicken bones
Locked in the cellar, yellow belly plucker
You fucker

Who's going chicken huntin'? going chicken huntin'
Who's going chicken We's going chicken huntin'
Who's going huntin'? We's going chicken huntin'
Cut a motherfucking up, right