Luyện nghe bài hát Chickenhead

(chorus)
bwok bwok, chicken
bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken
bwok, chicken 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 bout a hustle
Get up on run to beautician
Run game until the is gravy
don't mean spend cheese fo tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok) pretty walk walk out head
a thang eat a chicken wang
Got some teeth, at the club tryna shake that thang
Tryna get a piece, chicken chicken always some dumb shit
Shoulda paid ya light bill, you bought a
at ya mammy house and keep a smart mouth
It's Project Pat Memphis represent the South
So tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin
of that 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 girl on the bill

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

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

(Project Pat)
That's just the meter broke youn't talkin bout
them new Jordans finna 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 me, that's when you hated
cause when I got up on ya friend ya damn-near

(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, breathe like some
What you lookin at? I don't want yo number
(boy whateva)

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

(Juicy J)
I been to hold my own
I been known to ride on
I been known to flip a watch wit the diamond stones
I'm the fool tha dro
I'm the fool supplyin tha
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 gone a fee
Get yo ass and the streets
Pay ya boy and make me
So we them swisher's lit
Pay yo we count them G's
it from all you chicks