Luyện nghe bài hát Chickenhead

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

(Project Pat)
Bald-head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in
Gelled up weaved up, yo hair is up
Need to get bout a mission
Get up on loot run to
Run until the game is gravy
That don't mean 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 chicken
Got some gold teeth, at the club tryna shake that
Tryna get a piece, chicken chicken always into some dumb
Shoulda paid ya light bill, you bought a
Stay at ya house and keep a smart mouth
It's Pat Memphis Tenn represent the South
So pass tha and we gone stay tickin
Full of mo'-mo' holla at a chicken

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

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

(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 know'cha talkin bout
Anyway them new finna come out

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

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

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

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

(Dj Paul)
Now these chickenhead hoes see this platinum thick as white
See the 20 inch Pirelli's mane thank the vogues
Dodgin all my ridin Caddy truck wit dvd
A of broads follow me from the club to break they 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, weave in they
Weed in purse, still crunk
Baby seats all across the back wit clothes in the

(Juicy J)
I been to hold my own
I been known to ride on
I been known to flip a platinum watch wit the stones
I'm the fool tha dro
I'm the fool supplyin tha
I'm the who got u chicken heads knockin 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 me rich
So we keep swisher's lit
Pay yo we count them G's
Cashin it all you chicks