Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin'

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

Chicken neck, man, a red ass chicken
A red what? chicken, what?
Red ass chicken neck like man
mine?
Yeah,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peeked in his yard 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Redneck fella, sella
him by his neck bone, chicken bones
Locked in the cellar, yellow chicken plucker
You fucker

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