Luyện nghe bài hát Chickenhead

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

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

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

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

(La Chat)
You clean but ya gas tank is on E
Be steppin out no descent shoes 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 me, that's when you hated
cause when I got up on ya ya damn-near fainted

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

(Project Pat)
What? You need some gum, breathe like some
What you lookin at? I want yo phone number
(boy whateva)

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

(Juicy J)
I known to hold my own
I known to ride on chrome
I been known to flip a platinum wit the diamond stones
I'm the supplyin tha dro
I'm the supplyin tha blow
I'm the who got u chicken 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 the streets
Pay ya boy and me rich
So we keep them lit
Pay yo fees we count G's
Cashin it from all you