Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Chicken

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

Mmm, fried chicken, fly
me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
You a but you ain't a ki
Got wings but you can't fly away me

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

Then I flock to the bed plop
When we done I rest
Don't know what of you I love best
legs or your breast

Misses Fried
You gon be a nigga's
Created by southern black
To serve massa,

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

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

collard greens
But you knockin me to my
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 out a tannin saloon
When I pull you out the oven bakin I got you on my mind
Rubbin that sun tan lotion all up your body
So amazin, how you sparkle when I glaze, you

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

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

In any event I'm reflectin on all the that I got
Sayin that I shouldn't with you
But the way you taste made it hard to
When I put my mouth on you but that's issue

Butterflies up in my when I laid eyes on you
Or was it manifestin?
Confused over the feelin 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 nigga death, I prepare 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 shit to death, ain't that shit?
Ima eat shit until what Im eatin kills me
And I choose to do that, why? Cause that's just niggas do