Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, chicken, fly vixen
Give me heart disease but need you in my
You a but you ain't a ki
Got but you can't fly away from me

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

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
style you make my head rot

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

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

You gon be a nigga's
Fried Chicken
You was my
wet hot, coalesced

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

collard greens
But you knockin me to my
Its me when 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 bakin I got you on my
Rubbin that sun tan lotion all up over your
So amazin, how you sparkle when I glaze, you

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

Baby, it's like you at the spa, the way you lay in the pan
While you enjoyin you butter treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubblin on skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my 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 it hard to resist
When I put my mouth on you but that's another

Butterflies up in my stomach I laid eyes on you
Or was it infection
Confused over the impatiently 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, I prepare it the best
And specialize in cookin swine as a
You gon be a death

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