Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin' (slaughterhouse Mix)

Well, I'm headed down the trail, I'm goin' chicken huntin'
red neck chicken necks, I ain't sayin' nothin'
To the hillbilly, my barrel in his eye
Boom-shaka, boom-shaka hair in the sky

Why I, never chicken pot pie
Or the chopped on rye?
Mr. Billy Bob, I'm a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop-chop, cut

"What can you do with a hillbilly?"
Cut his fuckin' eyes out, and 'em to his aunt Nilly
Willie, willie chicken neck, chicken huntin' love it
Hit him the 12 gauge bucket, chicken nuggets

Layed out all the grass
Bet his hound dog'll eat 'em up fast
Last as as you can, my man
when that chicken head hits the fan you got

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

goin' chicken huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
Who's chicken huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
Who's goin' huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
Cut a chicken up

Lemme get a chicken sandwich, manwich, ah
Feel the red on a neck
Choppin' up yeah, Billy Bob Billy
'Cuz I chop red necks silly

Peeped in your tell me what did I see?
I the chicken boy, fuckin' this sheep, I said
"Mister, Mister, the fuck you tryin' to do?"

Barrels in mouth, bullets to your head
The back to neck's all over the shed
Boom-shaka-boom, chop, chop,
I'm 2 dope, and it ain't no

To cut a chicken, triggers
Blow off his but his feet still kickin'
Last as as you can, my man
'Cuz when chicken head hits the fan you got

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

Who's chicken huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
Who's goin' huntin?
(We's chicken huntin')
Who's goin' chicken
(We's chicken huntin')
Cut a chicken up

Rich
Yeah, yeah,
Ha ha ha ha ha
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