Luyện nghe bài hát Chickenhead

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

(Project Pat)
Bald-head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in
Gelled up up, yo hair is messed up
Need to get bout a hustle
Get up on run to beautician
Run until the game is gravy
That don't mean spend fo tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a
(bwok bwok) pretty walk givin out head
a thang eat a chicken wang
Got gold teeth, at the club tryna shake that thang
Tryna get a piece, chicken chicken always some dumb shit
paid ya light 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 dro-dro and we gone tickin
of that mo'-mo' holla at a chicken

(La Chat)
Yeah you like my outfit, don't even fake the
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 rims for da

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

(Project Pat)
That's just the meter broke youn't know'cha bout
Anyway them new 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 on that "yak"
Mouth fulla but yo ass need some Tic-Tacs

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

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

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