Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

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
Look what done to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your gold medal
Then you rub your hot oil for 'bout a half an

You in your hot tub, I'm lookin at you
Dry you off, I got paper 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 what part of you I love best
Your legs or breast

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

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

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

collard greens
But you knockin me to my
Its me when I miss, ah
I need more than a fish fry

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's like walkin out a tannin saloon
When I pull you out the oven from I got you on my mind
Rubbin that sun tan lotion all up over body
So amazin, how you sparkle when I glaze, you

Hey, my pretty hand hot, its so feminine the way you
And how you me power, to massagin me to shower
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 milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubblin on your
Despite the funny still I lick 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 made it hard to
When I put my mouth on you but that's another

Butterflies up in my stomach when I eyes on you
Or was it manifestin?
Confused over the feelin impatiently 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 prepare it the
And in cookin swine as a chef
You gon be a death

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