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 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 done 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 your hot tub, I'm lookin at you
Dry you off, I got your towel waitin
Lay you down cause red hot
Louisiana style you my head rot

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

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

You gon be a nigga's
Misses Fried
You was my
Drippin wet hot,

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

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

Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's like you're walkin out a saloon
I pull you out the oven from 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 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
you enjoyin you butter 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 taste it hard to resist
When I put my mouth on you but that's issue

Butterflies up in my when I laid 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 last
You gon be a nigga death, I prepare it the best
And in cookin swine as a chef
You gon be a death

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