Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

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 fly away from me

Drivin in your bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to 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 hot tub, I'm lookin at you salivatin
Dry you off, I got your paper towel
Lay you cause you're red hot
Louisiana style you make my rot

Then I to the bed then plop
When we done I need
Don't what part of you I love best
Your legs or breast

Misses Chicken
You gon be a death
Created by black women
To massa, guest

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

Like Greeks with Souvla
Or Italians with their tomato
Or Roti is to a Rasta, 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
I pull you out the oven from bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin that sun tan all up over your body
So amazin, how you sparkle when I glaze, you

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

Baby, it's like you at the spa, the way you lay in the pan
While you you butter milk treatment
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
that I shouldn't fuck with you
But the way you taste made it hard to
When I put my mouth on you but another issue

Butterflies up in my when I laid 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 nothin left, my very last breath
You gon be a nigga death, despite I prepare it the
And specialize in swine as a chef
You gon be a nigga

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