Luyện nghe bài hát Chickenhead

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

(Project Pat)
Bald-head skally-wag, ain't got no in back
Gelled up weaved up, yo is messed up
Need to get a hustle mission
Get up on loot run to
Run game the game is gravy
That mean spend cheese fo tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a
(bwok bwok) walk walk givin out head
Ain't a thang eat a chicken
Got some gold teeth, at the club tryna that thang
Tryna get a piece, chicken chicken always some dumb shit
Shoulda paid ya bill, you bought a outfit
Stay at ya mammy house and keep a mouth
It's Project Pat Tenn represent the South
So pass tha 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 girl on the bill

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

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

(Project Pat)
That's the meter broke 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, that's you hated
cause I got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted

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

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

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

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