Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, chicken, fly vixen
me heart 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 what you've to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your gold flour
you rub your hot oil for 'bout a half an hour

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

I flock to the bed then plop
When we I need rest
Don't what part of you I love best
Your legs or your

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

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

Greeks 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 me to my knees
Its killin me I miss, ah
Nothin I more than a fish fry

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, like you're 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 over 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 you in chowder

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

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

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

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

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