Luyện nghe bài hát Chickenhead

(chorus)
bwok bwok, chicken
bwok bwok, chicken (boy please whateva)
bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, heads
(x4)

(Project Pat)
skally-wag, ain't got no hair in back
Gelled up up, yo hair is messed up
to get bout a hustle mission
Get up on run to beautician
Run game until the is gravy
That don't mean spend cheese fo tha
(bwok bwok) on a stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok) pretty walk givin out head
Ain't a thang eat a wang
Got some gold teeth, at the club tryna shake that
Tryna get a piece, chicken chicken into some dumb shit
paid ya light bill, you bought a outfit
Stay at ya mammy house and keep a mouth
It's Project Pat Memphis Tenn the South
So pass tha dro-dro and we gone tickin
Full of that holla at a chicken

(La Chat)
Yeah you my outfit, don't even fake the deal
I you said you had your girl on the light bill

(Project Pat)
Always in my face talkin and that
Girl I had to buy some for da Cadillac

(La Chat)
You riding but ya gas tank is on E
Be steppin out ain't no descent on ya feet

(Project Pat)
That's the meter broke youn't know'cha talkin bout
them new Jordans finna come out

(La Chat)
Hate see ya in a club, ya wit a mug
that ya ridin wit ya boy, ya nothin but a scrub

(Project Pat)
But he was with me, that's you hated
cause when I got up on ya friend ya fainted

(La Chat)
I sho did in our face drankin on "yak"
Mouth fulla gold but yo ass some Tic-Tacs

(Project Pat)
What? You need some gum, breathe like thunder
you lookin at? I don't want yo phone number
(boy whateva)

(Dj Paul)
Now these chickenhead hoes see this platinum thick as white
See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll mane the vogues
Dodgin all my foes Caddy truck wit dvd
A flock of broads me from the club to break they knees
Knowin that's all I want out the club
The rest ain't right the last thang on they mind is freshin up
It's goin down tonight, in they head
Weed in purse, still crunk
Baby seats all the back wit clothes in the trunk

(Juicy J)
I been to hold my own
I been known to ride on
I been known to flip a platinum wit the diamond stones
I'm the fool tha dro
I'm the fool tha blow
I'm the playa who got u heads knockin at my do
Tellin me that you me
me I'm yo man to be
Girlfriend its gone a fee
Get yo ass and work the
Pay ya boy and me rich
So we keep swisher's lit
Pay yo fees we them G's
it from all you chicks