Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

Uh, Lord, Jah
I'm gonna do?
Uh, Lord, Jah
Shit is all

Mmm, chicken, fly vixen
Give me heart disease but need you in my
You a but you ain't a ki
Got wings but you can't fly away me

Drivin in your bucket seats all the way Kentucky to fuck with me
Look what you've done to me, was one to me
After you shower, you and your gold flour
Then you rub hot oil for 'bout a half an hour

You in your hot tub, I'm at you salivatin
Dry you off, I got paper towel waitin
Lay you down you're red hot
Louisiana style you make my rot

Then I flock to the bed plop
When we done I rest
Don't know what of you I love best
legs or your breast

Misses Fried
You gon be a nigga's
Created by southern women
To serve massa,

You gon be a nigga's
Misses Chicken
You was my
Drippin wet hot,

Like Greeks with their
Or Italians their tomato pasta
Or is to a Rasta, trappin me
You and your mac and cheese

[Incomprehensible] greens
But you knockin me to my
Its me when I miss, ah
Nothin I need more a fish fry

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's like you're walkin out a saloon
When I pull you out the oven from bakin I got you on my
Rubbin that sun tan lotion all up over your
So amazin, how you when I glaze, you swine

Hey, my pretty hand hot, its so feminine the way you
And how you gave me power, to me to shower
You with lemon water, marinate you and
And you in chowder

Baby, like you at the spa, the way you gently lay in the pan
While you enjoyin you butter treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle on your skin
Despite the funny fragrance I lick my finger frequent

In any event I'm on all the signs that I got
that I shouldn't fuck with you
But the way you taste made it hard to
When I put my mouth on you but another issue

Butterflies up in my stomach I laid eyes on you
Or was it infection
Confused over the impatiently eatin you
worm chewin on the wall of my intestine

Ima eat you til there's nothin left, until my last breath
You gon be a nigga death, despite I it the best
And in cookin swine as a chef
You gon be a death

Who cares if the swine is with rats, cats and dogs combined
Yes, Ima eat the to death, ain't that some shit?
Ima eat shit until what Im eatin kills me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause that's just what do