Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin' (slaughterhouse Mix)

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

Why I, never chicken pot pie
Or the chopped chicken on
Tell Mr. Billy Bob, I'm a cut his 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, chicken gotta love it
Hit him with the 12 bucket, chicken nuggets

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

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

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

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

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

Barrels in mouth, bullets to your head
The back to your neck's all the shed
Boom-shaka-boom, chop, chop,
I'm 2 dope, and it ain't no

To cut a chicken, triggers
Blow off his but his feet still kickin'
Last as as you can, my man
'Cuz when that chicken hits 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 chicken huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
Who's goin' 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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