Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

Uh, Lord, Jah
I'm gonna 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 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 gold medal flour
Then you rub your hot oil for 'bout a half an

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

Then I flock to the bed plop
When we 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 nigga's
Misses Chicken
You was my
wet hot, coalesced

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

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

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

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

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

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

Butterflies up in my stomach when I laid on you
Or was it infection
Confused over the feelin eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm chewin on the wall of my

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

Who cares if the swine is mixed with rats, cats and dogs
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