Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

Yo nigga your got two feet growin' out of titties
Bitch fell down and runnin'

Off to the late night
It's time to cut track
gotta be hype got my rhyme book in hand
A blue leaf
moves on that they get loose teeth
Evil's got the beat a stupid dope loop
But the kind of old
What we do troop?
We gotta clean it up it's so dope
Tried the alcohol even the ivory soap
But no matter what we do the keeps clickin'
it

Yo, you give me some of that damn fried
Oh yea, oh yea, this kinda nice man alright
go for it
I think niggaz gonna give a crack on it he uses, right
You it yea
do it out
My heart is down