Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

Uh, Lord, Jah
What I'm do?
Uh, Lord, Jah
is all true

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

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

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

Then I to the bed then plop
When we I need rest
Don't know what part of you I best
Your or your breast

Misses Fried
You gon be a death
Created by southern black
To massa, guest

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

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

collard greens
But you me to my knees
Its killin me I miss, ah
I need more than a fish fry

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

Hey, my hand hot, its so feminine the way you submittin
And how you me power, to massagin me to shower
You with lemon water, you and season
And dippin you in

Baby, it's like you at the spa, the way you lay in the pan
While you enjoyin you butter milk
I sit and the grease sizzle bubblin on your skin
Despite the fragrance still I lick my finger frequent

In any event I'm reflectin on all the signs I got
Sayin that I fuck with you
But the way you made it hard to resist
When I put my mouth on you but another issue

Butterflies up in my stomach when I eyes on you
Or was it infection
Confused over the impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm chewin on the of my intestine

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

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