Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

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

in your bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
Look what done to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your gold medal
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 paper waitin
Lay you down cause red hot
Louisiana you make my head rot

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

Misses Fried
You gon be a death
by southern black women
To serve massa,

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

Like Greeks with their
Or Italians with their pasta
Or Roti is to a Rasta, 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 you're walkin out a tannin saloon
When I pull you out the from bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin that sun tan lotion all up over body
So amazin, how you when I glaze, you swine

Hey, my pretty hand hot, its so feminine the way you
And how you gave me power, to 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 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 I shouldn't fuck with you
But the way you taste made it to resist
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?
over the feelin impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm on the wall of my intestine

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

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