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, got no hair in back
Gelled up weaved up, yo is messed up
Need to get bout a mission
Get up on loot run to
Run game the game is gravy
don't mean spend cheese fo tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a
(bwok bwok) pretty walk givin out head
a thang eat a chicken wang
Got some gold teeth, at the tryna shake that thang
Tryna get a piece, chicken chicken always into some dumb
Shoulda paid ya light bill, you a outfit
Stay at ya mammy house and a smart mouth
It's Project Pat Tenn represent the South
So tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin
Full of that holla at a chicken

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

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

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

(Project Pat)
just the meter broke youn't know'cha talkin bout
Anyway them new Jordans finna out

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

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

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

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

(Dj Paul)
Now these chickenhead hoes see platinum thick as white gold
See the 20 Pirelli's roll mane thank the vogues
Dodgin all my foes ridin Caddy 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 smellin right 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 clothes in the

(Juicy J)
I been known to my own
I been known to ride on
I been known to flip a watch wit the diamond stones
I'm the supplyin tha dro
I'm the fool tha blow
I'm the playa who got u 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 the streets
Pay ya boy and make me
So we keep swisher's lit
Pay yo we count them G's
Cashin it from all you