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 disease but need you in my kitchen
You a but you ain't a ki
Got wings but you can't fly from me

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

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

Then I flock to the bed plop
When we done I need
know what part of you I love best
Your legs or your

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

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

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

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

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's like you're 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 your body
So amazin, how you sparkle when I glaze, you

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

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

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

up in my stomach when I laid eyes on you
Or was it manifestin?
over the feelin impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] chewin on the wall of my intestine

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

Who cares if the swine is mixed with rats, cats and dogs
Yes, Ima eat the shit to death, that some shit?
Ima eat some shit until what Im eatin me
And I choose to do that, Cause that's just what niggas do