Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin' (slaughterhouse Mix)

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

Why I, never chicken pot pie
Or the chicken 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 feed 'em to his aunt
Willie, willie chicken neck, chicken huntin' love it
Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, chicken

out all over the grass
Bet his little hound eat 'em up fast
Last as as you can, my man
'Cuz when that head hits the fan you got

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

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

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

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

Barrels in mouth, bullets to your head
The back to your all over the shed
Boom-shaka-boom, chop, chop,
I'm 2 dope, and it no thing

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

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

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

Rich
Yeah, yeah,
Ha ha ha ha ha
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