Luyện nghe bài hát Chickenhead

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

(Project Pat)
Bald-head skally-wag, got no hair in back
Gelled up weaved up, yo hair is up
Need to get bout a mission
Get up on loot run to
Run game until the is gravy
don't mean spend cheese fo tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a
(bwok bwok) walk walk givin out head
Ain't a eat a chicken wang
Got some teeth, at the club tryna shake that thang
Tryna get a piece, chicken chicken always into some dumb
Shoulda paid ya bill, you bought a outfit
Stay at ya mammy house and a smart mouth
It's Project Pat Tenn represent the South
So pass tha and we gone stay tickin
of that mo'-mo' holla at a chicken

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

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

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

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

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

(Project Pat)
But he was with me, when you hated
cause when I got up on ya friend ya damn-near

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

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

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

(Juicy J)
I been to hold my own
I been to ride on chrome
I been to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones
I'm the supplyin 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 the streets
Pay ya boy and me rich
So we keep them lit
Pay yo we count them G's
Cashin it all you chicks