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 need you in my
You a bird but you a ki
Got wings but you can't fly away me

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

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

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

Fried Chicken
You gon be a nigga's
by southern black women
To massa, guest

You gon be a nigga's
Fried 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 mac and cheese

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

Shit, it taste good, I lie, it's like you're walkin out a tannin saloon
I pull you out the oven from bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin sun tan lotion all up over your body
So amazin, how you sparkle 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, it's like you at the spa, the way you lay in the pan
While you enjoyin you butter milk
I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubblin on your
Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my frequent

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

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

Ima eat you til there's nothin left, until my last breath
You gon be a nigga death, despite I prepare it the
And specialize in cookin swine as a
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 shit until Im eatin kills me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause that's what niggas do