Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin' (slaughterhouse Mix)

Well, I'm down the southern 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 chunks in the sky

Why I, never liked pot pie
Or the chicken on rye?
Tell Mr. Billy Bob, I'm a cut his up
Slice, poke, chop-chop, cut

"What can you do a drunken hillbilly?"
Cut his fuckin' eyes out, and feed 'em to his Nilly
Willie, willie neck, chicken huntin' gotta love it
Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, nuggets

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

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

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

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

Peeped in your tell me what did I see?
I seen the boy, fuckin' this sheep, I said
"Mister, Mister, the fuck you tryin' to do?"

Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your
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, clickin'
Blow off his head but his feet kickin'
Last as as you can, my man
'Cuz when that chicken head 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 goin' huntin')
Who's goin' huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
Who's goin' chicken
(We's goin' huntin')
Cut a motherfuckin' up

Rich
Yeah, yeah,
Ha ha ha ha ha
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