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 disease but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you a ki
Got wings but you fly away from me

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Incomprehensible] greens
But you knockin me to my
Its me when I miss, ah
Nothin I need more than a fry

Shit, it good, I can't lie, it's 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 sparkle 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, 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 butter 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 on all the signs that I got
Sayin that I fuck with you
But the way you taste made it 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, my very last 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 mixed rats, cats and dogs combined
Yes, Ima eat the shit to death, ain't some shit?
Ima eat some shit what Im eatin kills me
And I choose to do that, why? that's just what niggas do