Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

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

in your 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 flour
Then you rub your hot oil for 'bout a an hour

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

Then I flock to the bed then
When we done I rest
Don't know what of you I love best
Your legs or your

Misses Fried
You gon be a nigga's
Created by southern women
To serve massa,

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

Like Greeks with Souvla
Or with their tomato pasta
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
Nothin I need than a fish fry

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's like you're out a tannin saloon
When I you out the oven from bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin that sun tan lotion all up over body
So amazin, how you sparkle I glaze, you swine

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

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

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

Butterflies up in my stomach when I eyes on you
Or was it infection
Confused over the feelin impatiently you
[Incomprehensible] worm chewin on the wall of my

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

Who cares if the is mixed with rats, cats and dogs 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? that's just what niggas do