Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin' (slaughterhouse Mix)

Well, I'm headed the southern 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, boom-shaka hair in the sky

Why I, never chicken pot pie
Or the chopped on rye?
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 chicken neck, chicken gotta love it
Hit him the 12 gauge bucket, chicken nuggets

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

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

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

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

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

Barrels in your mouth, bullets to head
The to your neck's all over 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 still
as long as you can, my man
'Cuz when that chicken head the fan you got

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

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

Rich
Yeah, yeah,
Ha ha ha ha ha
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