Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin'

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

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

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

Boom shacka shacka hair jumps in the sky
Why I never chicken pot pie?
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 eyes out and feed them to his Aunt
Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting love it

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

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

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

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

Let me get a chicken sandwich Manwich
I'm finna wreck on a chicken
up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy
'Cause I chop rednecks silly

Peeked in his yard tell me did I see
I seen a chicken boy fucking a
I say, "Mister mister, what the you trying to do?"
Ah, bibbity boo

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

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

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

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

Who's going chicken huntin'? We's going huntin'
Who's going chicken huntin'? going chicken huntin'
Who's going chicken We's going chicken huntin'
Cut a motherfucking 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
Hang him by his bone, chicken bones
Locked in the cellar, yellow chicken plucker
You redneck

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