Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

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

Drivin in bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
Look what you've done to me, was one to me
After you shower, you and your gold medal
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 paper towel
Lay you down you're red hot
style you make my head rot

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

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

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

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

[Incomprehensible] 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 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 your
So amazin, how you sparkle when I glaze, you

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

Baby, like you at the spa, the way you gently lay in the pan
While you enjoyin you milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease bubblin on your skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my finger

In any event I'm reflectin on all the that I got
Sayin that I shouldn't fuck 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 when I laid eyes on you
Or was it manifestin?
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 death, despite I prepare it the best
And in cookin swine as a chef
You gon be a death

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 until what Im eatin kills me
And I to do that, why? Cause that's just what niggas do