Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin' (slaughterhouse Mix)

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

Why I, liked 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 fuckin' eyes out, and feed 'em to his aunt
Willie, willie chicken neck, chicken gotta love it
Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, nuggets

out all over the grass
Bet his little dog'll eat 'em up fast
as long 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 chicken huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
Who's goin' chicken
(We's chicken huntin')
Who's goin' huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
Cut a motherfuckin' up

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

Peeped in your yard tell me did I see?
I seen the chicken boy, this sheep, I said
"Mister, Mister, what the you tryin' 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 but his feet still kickin'
as long as you can, my man
'Cuz when that chicken head the fan you got

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

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

Rich
Yeah, yeah,
Ha ha ha ha ha
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