Luyện nghe bài hát Chickenheads

Bawk bawk, chicken
Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy whateva)
Bawk bawk, chicken
Bawk bawk, heads

Bawk bawk, chicken
Bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy whateva)
Bawk bawk, chicken
Bawk bawk, chicken

Bawk bawk, chicken
Bawk bawk, heads (boy please whateva)
bawk, chicken chicken
Bawk bawk, chicken

bawk, chicken chicken
Bawk bawk, chicken (boy please whateva)
Bawk bawk, chicken
bawk, chicken heads

Bald-head
Ain't got no in back
up weaved up
Yo is messed up
Need to get bout' a hustle
Get up on run to beautician
Run game until the game is
That don't mean spend fa 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 teeth
At da club tryin ta that thang
ta get piece
Chicken chicken always into some shit
paid ya light bill
You a outfit
at ya mammy house
And a smart mouth
Its Pat Memphis Tenn represents tha south
So pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay
Full of mo mo holla at a chicken

Bawk bawk, chicken
Bawk bawk, chicken (boy please whateva)
bawk, chicken chicken
Bawk bawk, chicken

Yeah you like my
Don't fake the deal
I thought you you had your girl on the light bill

in my face
Talkin this and
Girl I had to buy rims for da Cadillac

You ride
But gas tank is on E
Be stepping out got no decent shoes on ya feet

That's just the needle
Youn't talkin bout
Anyway new Jordans bout ta come out

ta see you in a club
Ya wit a mug
that you ridin wit ya boy
You but a scrub

But he was me
That's you hated
when I got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted

I sho did
In our face drankin on "yak"
Moutth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic

What? you some gum
Breath like thunder
What you at
I want yo phone number
(Boy whateva)

Bawk bawk, chicken
bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)
Bawk bawk, chicken
bawk, chicken heads

Now these head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold
See the 20 inch roll
thank they vogues
Dodgin all my
Cady truck wit dvd
A flock of broads me
From the club to break knees
Knowin all I want
Straight out tha
Tha ain't smellin right
The last thang on mind is freshin up
Its goin tonight
in they head
Weed in they
crunk
Baby seats all the back wit clothes in the trunk

I been known to my own
I been to ride on chrome
I known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones
I'm the fool tha dro
I'm tha supplyin tha blow
I'm tha who got u chicken heads knockin at my do
me that you diggin me
me I'm yo man to be
Girlfriend its gona a fee
Get yo rags and that streets
Pay ya boy and me rich
So we keep them lit
Pay yo we count them g's
Cashin it from all you

bawk, chicken chicken
Bawk bawk, heads (boy please whateva)
Bawk bawk, chicken
bawk, chicken heads