Luyện nghe bài hát Chickenhead

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

(Project Pat)
Bald-head skally-wag, ain't got no in back
up weaved 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 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 into some dumb shit
Shoulda paid ya bill, you bought a outfit
Stay at ya mammy house and keep a mouth
It's Pat Memphis Tenn represent the South
So pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay
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 on the light bill

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

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

(Project Pat)
That's just the meter broke know'cha talkin bout
Anyway them new Jordans 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 with me, that's you hated
cause when I got up on ya friend ya fainted

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

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

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

(Juicy J)
I known to hold my own
I known to ride on chrome
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 who got u chicken 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 work the
Pay ya boy and make me
So we them swisher's lit
Pay yo we count them G's
Cashin it all you chicks