Luyện nghe bài hát Chickenhead

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

(Project Pat)
Bald-head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in
Gelled up weaved up, yo is messed up
Need to get bout a hustle
Get up on loot run to
Run until the game is gravy
That don't mean spend cheese fo tha
(bwok bwok) on a stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok) walk walk givin out head
Ain't a eat a chicken wang
Got some gold teeth, at the club tryna shake thang
get a piece, chicken chicken always into some dumb shit
Shoulda ya light bill, you bought a outfit
at ya mammy house and keep a smart mouth
It's Project Pat Memphis Tenn the South
So pass tha dro-dro and we gone tickin
Full of that holla at a chicken

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

(Project Pat)
Always in my face 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 no descent shoes on ya feet

(Project Pat)
That's the meter broke youn't 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 with me, that's when you
cause when I got up on ya ya damn-near fainted

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

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

(Dj Paul)
Now these chickenhead hoes see this platinum thick as gold
See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll mane the vogues
Dodgin all my foes ridin truck wit dvd
A flock of follow 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 they purse, still
seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk

(Juicy J)
I known to hold my own
I been 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 supplyin tha
I'm the playa who got u chicken 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 the streets
Pay ya boy and me rich
So we keep them lit
Pay yo fees we them G's
Cashin it from all you