Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin' (slaughterhouse Mix)

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

Why I, never liked 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 a drunken hillbilly?"
Cut his fuckin' eyes out, and feed 'em to his Nilly
Willie, willie chicken neck, chicken gotta love it
Hit him with the 12 bucket, chicken nuggets

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

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

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

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

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

Barrels in your mouth, bullets to head
The back to your neck's all over the
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'
Last as as you can, my man
'Cuz when that chicken hits the fan you got

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

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

Rich
Yeah, yeah,
Ha ha ha ha ha
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