Luyện nghe bài hát Chickenhead

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

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

(La Chat)
Yeah you like my outfit, even fake the deal
I thought you said you had your girl on the 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 out ain't no descent shoes on ya feet

(Project Pat)
That's the meter broke youn't know'cha talkin bout
Anyway them new Jordans come out

(La Chat)
Hate see ya in a club, ya wit a mug
Knowin ya ridin wit ya boy, ya nothin but a scrub

(Project Pat)
But he was with me, that's when you
cause I got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted

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

(Project Pat)
What? You need some gum, breathe some thunder
What you lookin at? I want yo phone number
(boy whateva)

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

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