Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

Uh, Lord, Jah
I'm gonna 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 wings but you can't fly from me

Drivin in your bucket seats all the way from to fuck with me
Look what you've done to me, was one to me
After you shower, you and your gold 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 towel
Lay you down you're red hot
style you make my head rot

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, my hand hot, its so feminine the way you submittin
And how you me power, to massagin me to shower
You lemon 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 milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubblin on skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my finger

In any event I'm reflectin on all the that I got
Sayin that I shouldn't with you
But the way you taste 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 feelin eatin you
[Incomprehensible] chewin on the wall of my intestine

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

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