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 nothin'
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 chicken on
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 aunt
Willie, willie neck, chicken huntin' gotta love it
Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, chicken

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

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

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

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

Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your
The back to neck's all over the shed
Boom-shaka-boom, chop, chop,
I'm 2 dope, and it no thing

To cut a chicken, triggers
off his head but his feet still kickin'
Last as as you can, my man
'Cuz when that head hits the fan you got

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

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

Rich
Yeah, yeah,
Ha ha ha ha ha
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