Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin' (slaughterhouse Mix)

Well, I'm down the southern trail, I'm goin' chicken huntin'
Choppin' red neck chicken necks, I ain't 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?
Mr. Billy Bob, I'm a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop-chop, cut

"What can you do a drunken 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 bucket, chicken nuggets

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

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

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

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

Peeped in your yard tell me did I see?
I the chicken 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 over the
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
when that chicken head hits the fan you got

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

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

Rich
Yeah, yeah,
Ha ha ha ha ha
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