Luyện nghe bài hát Chickenhead

(chorus)
bwok bwok, chicken
bwok bwok, chicken (boy please whateva)
bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, 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 bout a hustle
Get up on run to beautician
Run game until the is gravy
That mean spend cheese fo tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok) walk walk givin out head
Ain't a thang eat a wang
Got some gold teeth, at the club shake that thang
Tryna get a piece, chicken always into some dumb shit
Shoulda paid ya light bill, you 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 mo'-mo' holla at a chicken

(La Chat)
Yeah you my outfit, don't even fake the deal
I thought you said you had your on the light bill

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

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

(Project Pat)
just the meter broke youn't know'cha talkin bout
Anyway them new Jordans finna out

(La Chat)
see ya in a club, ya mobbin 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 when I got up on ya friend ya damn-near

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

(Project Pat)
You need some gum, breathe like some thunder
What you lookin at? I don't 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 flock of broads follow me from the club to break they
Knowin that's all I want straight out the
The rest ain't smellin right the thang on they mind is freshin up
It's goin down tonight, in they head
Weed in they purse, still
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 known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones
I'm the supplyin tha dro
I'm the fool tha blow
I'm the playa who got u 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 make me
So we them swisher's lit
Pay yo we count them G's
it from all you chicks