Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, chicken, fly vixen
me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you 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 to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your medal flour
Then you rub your hot oil for 'bout a half an

You in your hot tub, I'm lookin at you
Dry you off, I got your towel waitin
Lay you down you're red hot
Louisiana style you make my rot

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

Misses Chicken
You gon be a nigga's
by southern black women
To serve massa,

You gon be a death
Fried Chicken
You was my
Drippin wet hot,

Like Greeks their Souvla
Or Italians with their pasta
Or is to a Rasta, trappin me
You and your mac and cheese

[Incomprehensible] collard
But you me to my knees
Its me when I miss, ah
I need more than a fish fry

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's 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 I glaze, you swine

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, marinate you and
And you in chowder

Baby, it's like you at the spa, the way you lay in the pan
While you enjoyin you milk treatment
I sit and the grease sizzle bubblin on your skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I 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
I put my mouth on you but that's another issue

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

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

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