Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin' (slaughterhouse Mix)

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

Why I, liked chicken pot pie
Or the chopped 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 aunt
Willie, willie chicken neck, chicken huntin' gotta it
Hit him the 12 gauge bucket, chicken nuggets

Layed out all over the
Bet his little hound eat 'em up fast
as long as you can, my man
'Cuz that chicken head hits the fan you got

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rich
Yeah, yeah,
Ha ha ha ha ha
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