Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin' (slaughterhouse Mix)

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

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

Blood, guts, fingers and
Blood, guts, and toes
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')
goin' chicken huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
Cut a chicken up

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

Peeped in your yard tell me 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 head
The back to your neck's all 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'
Last as as you can, my man
'Cuz when that 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 goin' chicken
(We's chicken huntin')
Who's goin' huntin?
(We's chicken huntin')
Who's chicken huntin?
(We's chicken huntin')
Cut a motherfuckin' up

Rich
Yeah, yeah,
Ha ha ha ha ha
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