Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, fried chicken, fly
Give me heart disease but you in my kitchen
You a bird but you 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 you've done to me, was one to me
After you shower, you and gold medal flour
Then you rub hot oil for 'bout a half an hour

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

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

Misses Fried
You gon be a death
Created by southern black
To massa, guest

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

Like Greeks their Souvla
Or Italians their 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 taste good, I can't lie, it's you're walkin out a tannin saloon
I pull you out the oven from bakin 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 hand hot, its so feminine the way you
And how you gave me power, to massagin me to
You with lemon water, 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 butter milk
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 fuck with you
But the way you made it hard to resist
When I put my mouth on you but that's issue

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

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

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