Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin' (slaughterhouse Mix)

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

Why I, never liked pot pie
Or the chicken on rye?
Tell Mr. 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 Nilly
Willie, chicken neck, chicken huntin' gotta love it
Hit him the 12 gauge bucket, chicken nuggets

Layed out all the grass
Bet his little dog'll eat 'em up fast
as long as you can, my man
'Cuz when that chicken 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 chicken huntin?
(We's chicken huntin')
goin' chicken huntin?
(We's chicken huntin')
Who's goin' huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
Cut a chicken up

Lemme get a sandwich, with manwich, ah
Feel the red on a chicken
Choppin' up hella yeah, Bob Billy
'Cuz I chop 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, to your head
The back to neck's 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 still kickin'
Last as 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 goin' huntin')
Who's goin' chicken
(We's chicken huntin')
Who's goin' huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
Cut a motherfuckin' up

Rich
Yeah, yeah,
Ha ha ha ha ha
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