Luyện nghe bài hát Chickenhead

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

(Project Pat)
Bald-head skally-wag, got no hair in back
Gelled up weaved up, yo hair is up
to get bout a hustle mission
Get up on run to beautician
Run game until the game is
That don't mean spend cheese fo tha
(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a
(bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out
a thang eat a chicken wang
Got some gold teeth, at the club shake that thang
Tryna get a piece, chicken chicken always some dumb shit
Shoulda 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 stay
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 talkin this and
Girl I had to buy some rims for da

(La Chat)
You riding but ya gas tank is on E
Be steppin out no descent shoes 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
Knowin that ya 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 friend ya fainted

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

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

(Dj Paul)
Now these hoes see this platinum thick as white gold
See the 20 inch roll mane thank the vogues
Dodgin all my foes Caddy truck wit dvd
A of broads follow me from the club to break they knees
Knowin that's all I straight out the club
The rest smellin right the last thang on they mind is freshin up
It's goin down tonight, weave in they
Weed in purse, still crunk
Baby seats all across the back wit clothes in the

(Juicy J)
I been known to my own
I been to ride on chrome
I been known to flip a platinum watch wit the stones
I'm the fool tha dro
I'm the fool supplyin tha
I'm the playa who got u heads knockin 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 me rich
So we them swisher's lit
Pay yo fees we count G's
it from all you chicks