Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin'

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

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

Boom shacka boom hair jumps in the sky
Why I never liked chicken pot
Or the chopped on rye?
So, Mr. Billy 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 Milly
Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love it

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

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

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

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

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

Peeked in his 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

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

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

Blood, guts, fingers and
Blood, guts, fingers and
Blood, guts, fingers and
front row at the chicken show so

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

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

to Kentucky, I got lucky
Met this hog callin' bitch named
on a chicken, milking a sow
Hittin' switches in a drop top low ride tractor

Redneck fella, moonshine
Hang him by his neck bone, bones
Locked in the cellar, belly chicken plucker
You redneck

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