Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin' (slaughterhouse Mix)

Well, I'm headed down the southern trail, I'm goin' huntin'
Choppin' red 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 chicken on
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' out, and feed 'em to his aunt Nilly
Willie, chicken neck, chicken huntin' gotta love it
Hit him with the 12 bucket, chicken nuggets

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

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

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

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

Peeped in your yard tell me what did I
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 your 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 head but his feet still
as long as you can, my man
'Cuz that chicken head hits the fan you got

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

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

Rich
Yeah, yeah,
Ha ha ha ha ha
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