Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

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

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

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

Then I to the bed then plop
When we done I need
know what part of you I love best
Your legs or your

Misses Chicken
You gon be a death
Created by southern women
To massa, guest

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

Like with their Souvla
Or Italians their tomato pasta
Or is to a Rasta, trappin me
You and friend mac and cheese

[Incomprehensible] collard
But you me to my knees
Its killin me I miss, ah
I need more than a fish fry

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, 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 when I glaze, you swine

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

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

In any I'm reflectin 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

Butterflies up in my stomach I laid eyes on you
Or was it infection
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 breath
You gon be a nigga death, despite I prepare it the
And specialize in cookin as a chef
You gon be a death

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 just what niggas do