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

Drivin in bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
Look what you've 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 paper waitin
Lay you down you're red hot
Louisiana style you my head rot

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

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

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

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

[Incomprehensible] collard
But you me to my knees
Its killin me 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 bakin I got you on my
Rubbin that sun tan lotion all up your body
So amazin, how you sparkle when I glaze, you

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

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

In any event I'm 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 another

Butterflies up in my stomach when I eyes on you
Or was it infection
Confused over the impatiently eatin you
worm 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, despite I it the best
And specialize in swine 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 shit until what Im eatin kills me
And I to do that, why? Cause that's just what niggas do