Luyện nghe bài hát Chickenhead

(chorus)
bwok bwok, chicken
bwok bwok, chicken (boy please whateva)
bwok, chicken 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 game is
That don't spend cheese fo tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a
(bwok bwok) walk walk givin out head
a thang eat a chicken wang
Got some gold teeth, at the club tryna that thang
Tryna get a piece, chicken chicken always into some dumb
paid ya light bill, you bought a outfit
Stay at ya mammy house and a smart mouth
It's Project Pat Memphis Tenn the South
So pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay
Full of that mo'-mo' holla at a

(La Chat)
Yeah you like my outfit, even fake the deal
I thought you said you had your girl on the light

(Project Pat)
Always in my talkin this 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 broke youn't know'cha talkin bout
Anyway them new finna 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 I got up on ya friend ya damn-near 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 want yo number
(boy whateva)

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

(Juicy J)
I been known to my own
I been to ride on chrome
I been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond
I'm the supplyin 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 gone a fee
Get yo ass and work the
Pay ya boy and me rich
So we keep swisher's lit
Pay yo fees we them G's
it from all you chicks