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 but you ain't a ki
Got wings but you can't fly from me

Drivin in your 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 flour
Then you rub your hot oil for a half an hour

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

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

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

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

Like Greeks with their
Or Italians with their pasta
Or Roti is to a Rasta, me
You and friend mac and cheese

collard greens
But you knockin me to my
Its me when I miss, ah
Nothin I need more 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 oven from I got you on my mind
that sun tan lotion all up over your body
So amazin, how you sparkle I glaze, you swine

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

Baby, like you at the spa, the way you gently lay in the pan
While you enjoyin you butter treatment
I sit and the grease sizzle bubblin 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 I shouldn't fuck with you
But the way you taste it hard to resist
When I put my mouth on you but another issue

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

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

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