Luyện nghe bài hát Chickenhead

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

(Project Pat)
Bald-head skally-wag, ain't got no in back
Gelled up up, yo hair is messed up
Need to get a hustle mission
Get up on loot run to
Run game the game is gravy
That don't spend cheese fo tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok) pretty walk givin out head
a thang eat a chicken wang
Got some gold teeth, at the club shake that thang
Tryna get a piece, chicken chicken always into some shit
Shoulda paid ya light bill, you bought a
Stay at ya 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' at a chicken

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

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

(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 just the meter broke youn't know'cha 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, when you hated
cause I got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted

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

(Project Pat)
What? You some gum, breathe like some 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 Pirelli's roll mane thank the vogues
Dodgin all my foes ridin truck wit dvd
A flock of broads follow me from the club to they knees
Knowin that's all I want out the club
The rest ain't smellin right the last thang on they mind is up
goin down tonight, weave in they head
Weed in purse, still crunk
Baby seats all across the back wit in the trunk

(Juicy J)
I been known to 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 playa who got u heads knockin at my do
me that 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
Cashin it all you chicks