Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Huntin' (slaughterhouse Mix)

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

Why I, liked chicken pot pie
Or the chopped chicken on
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 chicken neck, chicken gotta love it
Hit him with the 12 bucket, chicken nuggets

out all over the grass
Bet his little dog'll eat 'em up fast
Last as as you can, my man
'Cuz when that chicken hits 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 goin' chicken
(We's chicken huntin')
goin' chicken huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
goin' chicken huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
Cut a chicken up

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

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

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

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

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

Who's goin' huntin?
(We's goin' huntin')
Who's chicken 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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