Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, fried chicken, fly
Give me heart but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you a ki
Got wings but you can't fly from me

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

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

Then I flock to the bed plop
When we done I need
know what part of you I love best
Your legs or breast

Misses Chicken
You gon be a death
Created by southern black
To serve massa,

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

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

[Incomprehensible] collard
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 walkin out a saloon
When I pull you out the from bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin sun tan lotion all up over your body
So amazin, how you when I glaze, you swine

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

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

In any I'm reflectin on all the signs that I got
Sayin that I fuck with you
But the way you made it hard to resist
I put my mouth on you but that's another issue

Butterflies up in my stomach I laid eyes on you
Or was it infection
over the feelin impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] chewin on the wall of my intestine

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

Who if the swine is mixed with rats, cats 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, Cause that's just what niggas do