Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

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

Drivin in your 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 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 towel waitin
Lay you cause you're red hot
Louisiana you make my head rot

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

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

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

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

collard greens
But you me to my knees
Its me when I miss, ah
Nothin I more than a fish fry

Shit, it good, I can't lie, it's like 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 sparkle when I glaze, you

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

Baby, it's like you at the spa, the way you lay in the pan
While you enjoyin you butter treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle on your skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I my finger frequent

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

Butterflies up in my when I laid eyes on you
Or was it manifestin?
over the feelin impatiently eatin you
[Incomprehensible] worm chewin on the of my intestine

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

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