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 hair in the sky

Why I, liked 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 a drunken hillbilly?"
Cut his fuckin' out, and feed 'em to his aunt Nilly
Willie, willie chicken neck, huntin' gotta love it
Hit him the 12 gauge bucket, chicken nuggets

Layed out all the grass
Bet his hound dog'll eat 'em up fast
as long as you can, my man
'Cuz when chicken head 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')
goin' chicken huntin?
(We's chicken 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 chicken
up hella yeah, Billy Bob Billy
'Cuz I 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 fuck you to do?"

Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your
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 head but his still kickin'
Last as as you can, my man
'Cuz when that head hits the fan you got

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

Who's goin' huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
Who's chicken huntin?
(We's goin' 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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