Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, fried chicken, fly
me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
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 your hot oil for 'bout a half an

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

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

Misses Chicken
You gon be a nigga's
Created by southern women
To massa, guest

You gon be a death
Misses Fried
You was my
wet hot, coalesced

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

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

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

Hey, my hand hot, its so feminine the way you submittin
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 you butter milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease bubblin on your skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my frequent

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

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

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

Who if the swine is mixed 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 what niggas do