Luyện nghe bài hát Chickenhead

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

(Project Pat)
skally-wag, ain't got no hair 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 game is
That don't mean spend cheese fo tha
(bwok bwok) on a stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok) pretty walk givin out head
Ain't a eat a chicken wang
Got some gold teeth, at the tryna shake that thang
Tryna get a piece, chicken chicken always some dumb shit
Shoulda paid ya bill, you bought a outfit
Stay at ya mammy house and keep a smart
It's Pat Memphis Tenn represent the South
So tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin
Full of mo'-mo' holla at a chicken

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

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

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

(Project Pat)
That's just the meter broke know'cha talkin bout
Anyway them new Jordans come out

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

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

(La Chat)
I sho did in our face on that "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 want yo phone number
(boy whateva)

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

(Juicy J)
I known to hold my own
I known to ride on chrome
I been known to flip a watch wit the diamond stones
I'm the supplyin tha dro
I'm the supplyin tha blow
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 work the
Pay ya boy and make me
So we keep them lit
Pay yo fees we them G's
it from all you chicks